The cremello mare had long tucked herself away. Several days before, she’d slipped away to find safety and shelter to deliver the precious life she’d been carrying for months. She wanted to be left undisturbed, like every mother preferred. Somewhere safe and quiet, that would give her the space and time she needed. It was only a few moments of thought before the place came to her, and her legs quickly waddled her off to her new destination.
The labor had been quick, but unfortunately, painful. The only benefit seemed to be that it was a short lived pain, and that her body was now only achy instead of wracked with pain. But the pan seemed on trivial, given the life that lay at her feet. A beautiful colt, buckskin with silvery hair and brown eyes flecked with emerald. Her heart swelled with pride at the sight of her son, unable to deny that while he had some traits from her, that he was clearly his father’s son.
Status: Complete Word Count: Short post Music: xx Muse: Eh. Notes: xx "Amelia Speech"
The foal was nowhere near aware of his surroundings at his moment of birth. He simply laid still beneath his mother, his ears pinned back and his eyes blinking. The patch pattern on his skin contrasted with her own, only to be compared happily to the white of his and the cream of hers. He didn't know where or who he was, but he could tell that the one above him was important. The strange creature above would not be strange for long. She looked kind...