Scenes of SPaVES

Alrighty, more little snatches of life at the stable BTW, anyone want to speculate as to which stallies may have sired the unborn baybehs being carried in panel 2?

The Getaway
<sub>Raenelle huffed irritably as her older brother set off into yet another round of fretting, carefully making sure she wouldn't have to move too much. Just yesterday, the dark haired girl had finally been released from the hospital after her injury - just one day and she was already feeling suffocated by her overprotective brother and his advice. Though she was still sore and bruised in areas, she was hardly on the brink of death, yet somehow the older White didn't seem to have accepted it as fact yet.

Cutting her eyes to the side, she perked up upon seeing one of the hands holding a tacked up horse. Though she had never seen the horse before - must have arrived while she was gone - she grinned and suddenly sprinted away from Jason's grasp, ignoring the frantic call from behind her. Grabbing the horse's reins, she swung up into the saddle - ignoring the faint twinge of pain from her side - and immediately urged the horse into a canter, smirking as she rode away.

The angered yells of her brother fading into the distance sounded oddly like freedom.</sub>


The Things We Share
_{Two mares stood in one of the fields, meeting each other for the first time. They had nothing in common, but for their heavily swollen bellies. Though Lady was initially a tad wary of the eyeless mare, she soon settled and allowed the older mare close enough to touch muzzles gently.}


The Mismatched Bunch
<sub>The SPaVES crew all stood gathered in a rough circle, looking down at the three puppies with varied expressions of curiosity and adoration. Linus had discovered the trio of strays while on a walk the other day, and on impulse had taken them back with him to the stable. Now washed and scrubbed within an inch of their lives, the pups looked and smelt brand new - though their mixed parentage was clearly obvious just by looking at them.

Jason stared down at the closest puppy - a dalmation cross of some sort with mismatched eyes - with a strange expression before cooing and picking it up, playing about with the paws. "Mine." He said plainly, before walking off with it, leaving everyone staring blankly after him.</sub>