A new place...a new life.

[yaruka]

Jamali was dreaming. She was following someone, a stallion. She could see him just ahead. There he was. The silver stallion the bush whispered about. She raised her head to call to him but then he turned, and upon seeing her disappeared into the mist. Jamali rushed forwards but he was gone. She was left alone again as the mist closed in her and she let out one more lonely cry as the darkness became complete....

Jamali awoke with a start as a soft nose bumped her side incessantly. She opened one eye to see her half-sister, Kala, nudging her awake. "Wake up sleepy head, it's time to go, the waters have finally stopped!" said Kala, impatiently. Jamali sighed, patience wasn't Kala's strong suit. She struggled groggily to her feet and shook herself free of her sleepiness. It sounded corny but she'd been having the same dream more or less ever since she'd first heard tales of the silver stallion some months ago. And now she had come South with Kala to find him. She felt a shiver of excitement go through her as she thought how exciting it would be to join his herd of mysterious mares, to follow the magical stallion the birds sung about. "Oh come on" said Kala with another snort of impatience. Unlike Jamali, Kala did not share these romantic fantasies about exciting stallions and ghostly herds. She had simply come on the journey for the adventure, and because Jamali was her best friend. She'd never admit it, but she'd also partially come from her own curiousity, despite her scorn over Jamali's mooning, she was curious to know if this silver stallion did indeed exist. "Alright," I'm ready said Jamali and the two set off, down the mountain side. Jamali felt an pleasant stirring go through her body as she felt the spring snow grass beneath her feet. Finally, after a week of being stuck near the top of the mountain, the two sisters were on the move again. Kala nipped her playfully on her side and Jamali joined in the game, kicking out in fun at the red roan. Then the sisters moved into a gallop together, kicking up their heels for sheer joy of the spring morning.

[tingara]

Finally Tingara reached the top of the mountain. He trotted to a good vantage point. He felt the sweat that had darkened his already dark coat begin to dry in the sunlight.
He'd come to the highest point in the whole High Country to survey his kingdom for the first time. The view was amazing, Tingara couldn't believe it, finally it hit him that he was the jing of all the Cascaded Brumbies. It was time they knew it too. He reared, pawing the air with his front hooves, and lifted his head to the sky. Tingara trumpeted a loud, magnificent, powerful call across the range for all creatures to hear, animal and man alike. It was the call that announced his presence and prowess. A call that said there was a new king now.
Tingara landed, his hooves making a thud sound as thet collided with the earth. He listened as the birds gossiped about his call, relaying his message amongst themselves and to others. His ears pricked up as various strange horses answered his call. Were there any nearby? Tingara breated in some air deeply through his nostrils; there was definitely a new scent, no wait, scents wafting on the breeze. He waited patiently to see if the strange horses would show themselves.

[yaruka]

As Jamali and Kala raced each other down the slope the powerful cry echoed over the mountain. As one they stopped together, heads thrown up and nostrils flaring. 'I am King of this land' said the message, plainly as could be. Nervously, Kala looked at Jamali "What do you think," she asked. Jamali paused to think "Well..." she said " I have never heard of this 'Tingara', but surely he couldn't mind two strange mares in his territory, I mean what threat are we to him and his herd?" "None," answered Kala, "But as King he might want us to join his herd". She tossed her head excitedly, "Come to think of it," she added "That might not be so bad. I mean king Jamali, you can't get more exciting than that!" Jamali looked thoughtful. "I don't know," she replied "His herd is bound to be huge, and probably less personal. And they probably don't travel through the bush on adventures as the silver stallion is said to.." "Oh come on Jamali. That silver stallion probably doesn't even exist" replied Kala, impatiently. Jamali looked put out, and Kala, feeling guilty for talking to her friend that way, sighed "Fine," she said "we'll shall continue in hopes of finding the stallion whom you seek. But let us first follow this stallion and see what his herd is like, it could be fun after all". "Alright," agreed Jamali and they set off, slightly to the right of the call they had herd. Wandering carefully through the trees, they finally came upon the stallion, but thankfully they were down wind and thus he could not smell them. They gazed at the black stallion "Well...he is handsome" said Kala and Jamali gave her a swift silencing nip, she didn't want him to hear them. Luckily they were both roans and their colours suited blending into the environment perfectly. That was one thing Jamali had never envied the silver brumbies...how hard it must be for them to remain unoticed, save for during a snowfall. So silently, the two mares watched the black stallion, waiting for him to make the his move back to his herd.

[tingara]

Tingara waited, flicking his ears back and forth but no horse announced their presence, although he couldn't help but feel something, or things, were watching him. He was disappointed that no horses announced their presence to him. He snorted, tossing his head and warming himself in the afternoon sunlight. He was happy just to survey the mountainous range for awhile. Soon Tingara decided it was time to get moving, so down the mountain he trotted, back towards the valley.

[yaruka]

Jamali and Kala held their breath nervously as the black stallion gazed all around him. At one point his eyes rested directly on their hiding place and Jamali froze in fear. But he did not see them, or maybe he did not believe his eyes if he did. Eventually he moved off, and Jamali nipped Kala, who had begun to get bored and distracted, to tell her that they were following. Silently, the two mares crept after the stallion, following him down the mountainside.