Naming Dream:
Even in the harshest conditions -- the driest deserts and the deepest parts of the vast oceans -- there is always a spark life. A spore, a sprout, something alive, something that thrives. Always something.
Naming Story:
Oh, she'd been utterly foolhardy, running all over so close to the edge of a cliff. Over confident, unafraid. Nothing would happen, she was just too clever for that, too quick, too agile. Right up to the point she wasn't.
All it took was a slip of the foot and the foal had slipped, falling. Tumbling head over feet against the rocky mountain wall until a spindly, prickly tree had broken her fall. Sort of. Her body stopped, but only because she'd slipped between two twisting branches, found herself dangling there by her neck with another terrible fall behind her and nothing but the sky above. She'd thrashed and twisted, squirmed and struggled. Small body starved for air until...
She managed to wriggle free, just as the darkness had eaten away at her vision. She fell, tumbling once again, to finally come to land in a plush bush. Worse for wear, definitely sore, but blessedly alive.