Lionette yawned, watching her small brood from under the shade of a tree. They weren't actually hers of course. How could they be? But they called the yellow moat "Mama" and that was all that mattered. The trio frolicked and played together, 'Gus - the oldest - leading the other two in a mad dash around the field they had stopped in. The sun was shining strongly and they were a fair distance from Groat territory. If it weren't for her "adopted" little ones she would be happy to fall asleep here.
Lionette gave a small start. She had only had the oldest one on her hands for just over a month, and the twins for two weeks. She had still intended to find thier parents but they were growing up very quickly and not a one of them could remember anything about thier mother or father. It wasn't until now she realized she had started to think of them as her own.
Looking on at the three she could only assume there was one parent shared between them. The greens and greys and patterns were all just too similar for a coincidence. But the littlest were found seperate from Gus. He was growing alarmingly fast compared to the other two. Was there some mother around who was just having children and then abandoning them? Or was there a ladies-moat having children with women and then leaving the children out in the cold when the mamas couldn't do thier part? Lionette had no idea... And she wasn't sure anymore that she wanted to find out.
Still, she almost wished she could find the parent. While she loved these children, she had no herd to speak of, and had never wanted one. And as she was always scolded when told she wanted to go out traveling, the road was no place for children. And while the three were happy and followed her wherever thier hooves would take them she couldn't help but wonder if they would be better off somewhere else.
