The time was night, the time the sun sleeps. A young bay patched mare was to have her foal. The mother began breathing hard. Pain arose from her stomach, stinging painfully, the mare screamed. "Tonico, the foal..." Before she could finish a red roan patched stallion came over to her, "shh, do not speak, you need to rest, Muloni." The mare nodded, "very well, Tonico." The pain arose in the mare's stomach again, harder, stronger. The father was frozen as he saw his child born. The little chestnut and white head was seen, then the entire body was too. The mother gasped for breath once the entire foal was seen.

The foal wobbled trying to stand and once it did, it was unsteady. The mother got up off of the ground and looked to the foal then at the stallion, "it is a filly, a chestnut patched filly." The father soon asked, "Muloni, what shall we name her?" The mare answered, "maybe we should wait until shes a little older, and see how she acts." The stallion nodded, "sounds good to me." The filly whinnied and began to nurse from her mother. The next morning, the filly loved everything that grew, like the flowers the trees, the water flowing. The filly even told her mother that every dream will come true. Her mother soon told the stallion, "why don't we name her Esabow?" The father nodded, "that's a wonderful name!"

Esabow was a young mare now, still curious as ever. Then one morning she told her mother, "mother, it is time for me to leave you and father, to find a family, a herd if you will." The mother nodded to Esabow, "very well, Esabow. But be careful okay?" Esabow nodded back, "don't worry, I will." And then she ran off towards the claiming grounds, but first ending up in the socialization area.

More later on.