Post by writtenphoto on Jun 9, 2012 19:42:31 GMT -5
Sitka
Sitka was grazing in the forest at sundown when she felt the pains in her stomach. She almost smiled. But made herself find the place in which she knew she would birth the child. She was hoping for another filly; A filly was nice and didn’t have to go through the pains of being the one fighting for land and protecting, only the pains of birth if chosen.
The mare had gone to the same place she had birthed Iris. A small alcove of trees. Leaves dotted the ground, but overall the dirt was dry. It had rained all night, and might Sitka say that it was a little pleasant in her alcove. The rain barely touched her. But it was noticeable.
By the time morning light was peeking through the trees. A small foal was laying in the dirt. Strange appendages on his body like his older sister that Sitka had seen around. He also had these bumps on the top of him. When Sitka ran her mouth by them, they felt hard like. But it wasn’t the strangest thing. Because covering his body were these black scales.
"Oh dear, you’re a little different dear..."
Sitka looked a little surprised when the foal sneezed. His eyes opening to show an emerald green.
Had the gods taken her last child and mixed it together with this child here to make an even stranger child? She shook the thought away. No child of mine is strange… well, at least in my eyes.
Sitka lifted her head from looking at the foal. Hearing a bird echo through the light that was slowly tickling its way into the small alcove; Sitka watched the child rise up slowly. She was afraid that the appendages might drag the foal down… the foal? Why do you keep calling it the foal.
Sitka’s child had quickly gotten up and started nursing. Sitka lowered her head to look between the foals two hind legs.
“A colt… Surprising, Since most of the foals in my family are females..”Sitka raised her head from looking at the colt. Risk should find her easy. She’d chosen the same spot for comfort reasons and for Risk finding her easy. Is he still mad at me? The mare thought.. if he is; I’ll take the colt over to the middle island and stay there until Risk gets into a better mood.
Sitka sighed, finding her thoughts quite depressing. A Mother really is depressing, but she must think like that to protect her child. The mare smiled at her second child born.