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The sun rose a new day on Brittany, a hotter day with a bright sun and not a cloud in the sky. The Wild mare feared this fresh land would get inhospitable for her as her old home was in summer.
She couldn't count the foal she lost to heat strokes back then, they had found techniques over the years, but in this little grass field, there was no lake to cool off in, or mud to cover yourself in to protect you from the sun's deadly stare.
Fortunately, hotter may have been the day, it wasn’t hot, and the Vasteuro could enjoy it without overheating, enjoying the tender grass and the birds.
As it was usual now, as the sun was a bit higher in the sky, the female biped came again. She was still in her flowy over-skin, but it wasn't as unsettling as it was before, the flowy thing didn’t scare the mare as much now. The Vasteuro grew fond of her: this sapiens was her anchor in this new place and the person who made her feel safe in this new place.
They spent, like every day, quite some time at a distance, hanging out in a way but never too close. The sapiens staring at her marked white leaf block, and the Equine grazing peacefully, or sleeping.
It usually lasted until the sun reached its peak, but this time, strangely, the sapiens got up far early.
It wasn't right, why would she leave early, the sun didn't even run a quarter !
Without thinking, the Mare approached the biped, trying to check if she was alright, to suddenly leave early.
The biped looked Surprised at this sudden approach, she observed the horse's eyes and made a face that was at the same time strange and appeasing. The corner of her mouth rose, keeping it closed.
The Vasteuro didn't know what this corporal language meant but the other bipeds she saw in her homeland did it a lot. In any case, she felt in the heart of the human that it was a kind gesture, and it was nice.
The biped gave her hand to smell, startling the mare who had a back movement. If she ran away, maybe it would upset the sapiens. What if she never comes back? Worried, she stayed in place, and so did the biped, who still had her hand up, without moving.
Taking her courage in hooves and curious to know more about the lady, the Mare smelled her hand and let the sapiens touch her muzzle. The feeling was strange, having some small fleshy hairless sticks touching such a big face, but as the Biped petted the Vasteuro’s head, from the forehead to the muzzle, the Mare realized, maybe human contact wasn’t so bad.

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This Art is Part of the Wild Vasteuro Project by the Vasteuro and Vasteuro-Association
More specifically the 1rst art following the prompt: 1rst touch

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   Toyhouse






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(c) Art by Bleizez-Art

Description

Previous Chapter   Next Chapter

The sun rose a new day on Brittany, a hotter day with a bright sun and not a cloud in the sky. The Wild mare feared this fresh land would get inhospitable for her as her old home was in summer.
She couldn't count the foal she lost to heat strokes back then, they had found techniques over the years, but in this little grass field, there was no lake to cool off in, or mud to cover yourself in to protect you from the sun's deadly stare.
Fortunately, hotter may have been the day, it wasn’t hot, and the Vasteuro could enjoy it without overheating, enjoying the tender grass and the birds.
As it was usual now, as the sun was a bit higher in the sky, the female biped came again. She was still in her flowy over-skin, but it wasn't as unsettling as it was before, the flowy thing didn’t scare the mare as much now. The Vasteuro grew fond of her: this sapiens was her anchor in this new place and the person who made her feel safe in this new place.
They spent, like every day, quite some time at a distance, hanging out in a way but never too close. The sapiens staring at her marked white leaf block, and the Equine grazing peacefully, or sleeping.
It usually lasted until the sun reached its peak, but this time, strangely, the sapiens got up far early.
It wasn't right, why would she leave early, the sun didn't even run a quarter !
Without thinking, the Mare approached the biped, trying to check if she was alright, to suddenly leave early.
The biped looked Surprised at this sudden approach, she observed the horse's eyes and made a face that was at the same time strange and appeasing. The corner of her mouth rose, keeping it closed.
The Vasteuro didn't know what this corporal language meant but the other bipeds she saw in her homeland did it a lot. In any case, she felt in the heart of the human that it was a kind gesture, and it was nice.
The biped gave her hand to smell, startling the mare who had a back movement. If she ran away, maybe it would upset the sapiens. What if she never comes back? Worried, she stayed in place, and so did the biped, who still had her hand up, without moving.
Taking her courage in hooves and curious to know more about the lady, the Mare smelled her hand and let the sapiens touch her muzzle. The feeling was strange, having some small fleshy hairless sticks touching such a big face, but as the Biped petted the Vasteuro’s head, from the forehead to the muzzle, the Mare realized, maybe human contact wasn’t so bad.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°

This Art is Part of the Wild Vasteuro Project by the Vasteuro and Vasteuro-Association
More specifically the 1rst art following the prompt: 1rst touch

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              Featured Character(s)

   -Pixy-
   Toyhouse






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