Loss vs. 2

I changed the original one a little by adding rain drops, a distant figure of veryan in the background and some other stuff

The water lashed agaisnt the mares sides like cold steel, acid in the from of rain stinging her eyes. A call could be heard on the wind, "mother, mother" it screamed, like a lost, child-like ghost. Tears streamed from her face, where was he? A neigh escaped her vox, letting the colt know she was still there. Veryan! She screamed, but no answer followed...

- A very old post (about a year to be exact) from the thread of the great Maisonbelle flood.

Lightwing and illustration (c) Me!