[ She grazes under the shade of Hightown's few trees, with a growing irritation - without a tail, how is she supposed to flick away flies? Unlike the other mares, Calamity Jane wasn't about to just sit and take it, but she needed to rest and eat to regain her strength.
Ripping up handfuls of grass into her clumsy, flat new face, she surveyed the alien noises around her; absent of meaning beyond those the stolen mares of the past had taught her: Carrot, apple. Sugar. Much of that by the market, down these strange and terrible canyon steps, like to trip beneath her new, softer, fleshier hooves.
To make true trouble, one must be adequately nourished. ]
Calamity Jane | Herd Your Horses | Rifter
Ripping up handfuls of grass into her clumsy, flat new face, she surveyed the alien noises around her; absent of meaning beyond those the stolen mares of the past had taught her: Carrot, apple. Sugar. Much of that by the market, down these strange and terrible canyon steps, like to trip beneath her new, softer, fleshier hooves.
To make true trouble, one must be adequately nourished. ]