Post by Celia McAlister on May 17, 2020 23:16:19 GMT -6
“And then there are times, Mr. Osgood, when one must just let go.” His gaze softened. “I believe,” he said after a moment, “that those are the happiest of times.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven
This tale takes place exactly one month ago, during the early hours of spring. A foal, the first to be born in almost 25 years, was due. It arrived about one week early; too early, causing the morning stable hand Millie to dial Blair seconds after approaching it's stall. This foal was a large leap for Reignhart. Once at the top for breeding the finest working and sport horses in all of the U.K, it had been torn apart by a broken family and staggering funds. A foal being born in such a place once again was a great feat in restoring Reignhart's legacy. RHF Citrus Kiss, or Citrus, was the perfect mare for the job. A sturdy build, kind eyes, and lovely coat makes her a fan favorite, not to mention her pedigree flowing with Reignhart blood. Her foal was to be a gorgeous colt sired by RHF Salvador D, or Sal, and hopefully become an even greater sire of many.
After Blair had sped over to the farm, she immediately entered Citrus' stall and began a wellness check on the newborn. A stunning foal stood before her. Kind eyes much like it's mother, a noble face, and an incredible palomino coat splashed with tobiano; this foal was everything it was destined to be already. Blair noticed shortly into her check that her dream colt was actually a filly, against the vet's best judgement weeks prior. This little filly began jumping around eagerly as the barn began to fill with Staff members and keen friends. Citrus was exhausted but busted with pride and enthusiasm as her new role as a mother.
Days past and the filly was beginning to wither. Getting up became a trying task; drinking milk even harder. She was soon switched to hand feeding, then an i.v, then she was gone. The barn was gloomy and defeated. An incredible life was cut short, just like that. Long nights of anticipating the future turned to days filled with grief. It was difficult to feel like the legacy was to remain under ground, as the thought of breeding again filled Blair and her brother with anxiety and anger. And yet, even during such a terrible time, lessons were still being scheduled. Horses were still being trained. There was no time for staff to focus on grief, they had dedicated their lives to this place; this history. No matter what, Reignhart had to continue moving forward.
And it did. Days turned to weeks, those weeks turned into a month. The filly had not been forgotten, but she had been used as a symbol of acceptance and the strength to move forward. She was still to revive Reignhart's legacy, by giving those dedicated a burst of determination.
Thank you, Little Citronella.
omg I apologize if this is way too sad :'| I accidently deleted this foal's sim file and thought it could help with the lore 😭