New Arrival/Where Are Your Wings?

Pulchritude Blue moved like liquid sapphire, muscles on her powerful frame rippling with each step, her wings twitching on her back as she stopped and swung her head towards the trailer just outside her paddock and the foal being unloaded, though big compared to most foals he was still tiny compared to her.
She tipped an ear back in bewilderment at the foals frame. He had no wings.
Blue turned her head and whickered to the other mare in the pasture who trotted up beside her. Summer Song made a confused noise at the sight of the spotted foal.
Vivid emerald green and vibrant sapphire blue mares watched the small-ish foal prance excitedly beside the handler.
They seemed to exchange a confused look as the foal was brought into their pasture and let loose while their owner and the handler watched cautiously.
“Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean even Blue Charisma is fairly large compared to a Nordanner,” the handler asked the owner. Referring to the half-breed pegasus in the stallion pasture who was also watching curiously.
“Blue loves foals, Dancer will be ok in there with her, and even if Song has one of her ditzy moments the foal is quick enough to get out of the way,” The owner replied, “Not mention Blue will keep an eye on him.”
The handler frowned slightly in concern but nodded, no one knew the horses on this farm better than the owner.
Meanwhile in the pasture. Blue and Song were looking down at the rambunctious spotted foal that was prancing around the two of them.
Blue snorted as the colt reared up and attempted to nip at her wings; in response she lifted and opened them, flapping once before closing them again. The colt nearly turned himself inside out in panicked confusion to get away.
Song tossed her head and whinnied as if laughing at the foals response before nudging him.
Then as one both mares began to inspect the colt’s wingless form causing the foal to squeal and squirm before eventually returning to their previous endeavors after completing their inspection.
Song let out a burst of speed that seemed to rival her size and began playfully galloping down the pasture.
The colt stumbled after, frantically trying to keep up as his shorter legs fought to catch the massive mare.
Blue watched the other mare go and the foal scramble after her before loping after the two and keeping an eye on the colt. Song seemed to be enjoying herself as she teased the foal with her constant sprints and playful prancing.
The owner laughed softly.
“See? All’s well, though Song will probably wear him out with all the running,” the owner chuckled.
“I am curious my lady, why a war horse? You usually only invest in Racing pegasi,” the handler inquired.
“I need a pleasure horse don’t I? I’ve always loved large breed horses, plus, he looks like he may be a good long distance runner and jumper I may even train him in dressage as well,” the owner replied before smiling and turning to walk away, “Let them play, Blue will watch out for my little Dancer.”
Meanwhile Got My Dancin’ Shoes or “Dancer” played happily with the two mares and paid no mind to the large stallion who watched on from the other pasture. He seemed to have completely forgotten his distress from being leaving his home and mother.


My new Nordie foal's introduction to my current farm residents. I think I got Dancer's spots right *falls over* Tried to do a transparent background but it took out Dancer's white coat -.-