Io watched silently from the middle of the paddock, silver eyes squinting in the bright daylight. Behind her was the faint humming of hooves on the ground, but that wasn't what she was interested in. It was Bialy. While she was exercising Neo, he'd slipped in to play with the herd. Of course, Neo hadn't taken to that well, and so behind her was the beating hooves of Neo, impatiently waiting for Io to removed the pesky baroque horse from his herd. But he was slippery and integrated with the herd slightly (which Io supposed was good, as he didn't much like them. Perhaps he was warming up?) The hybrid scowled softly and move forward. Easily separating him form the herd, she steered him into a holding pen.
Neo had hopped the fence back to the herd and now stood by Rio and her foal. Whom he adopted as his pseudo child. Io smiled and moved slowly into the barn. The small amount of activity had sapped energy she didn't really have, and while she needed to saddle warm this stallion, she could do it herself. Moving into the barn she looked for aid.
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