Post Luna Umbram

She woke with a start. Had it truly been just a dream? All of it? Movement to her left stole her from her thoughts.

"You is good, Fimus?" She shook her hoof at the lanky old stallion. The candle did well to hide his graying coat.

"No call Fimus! Fimus is for slave! Me is-"

"Fimus, voice down!" Came a female voice beside her. The old hag started poking at her, "You is loud! Need sleep for work. Give Masters food. Make Masters happy. Now sleep!" She knew she should not refuse Ma. She then looked down at her. She wondered how she was so fat. It was probably because she was the Master's favorite.

"Time for sleep now Fimus." Called out the old stallion. She waved him a good night and laid down in the cold dirt. She pulled the small thin blanket around her.

"My name not Fimus. Fimus is slave. Fimus not pretty. Real name pretty. My name.