Post by Thoxic on Jun 30, 2012 4:42:46 GMT -5
Merrilyn
She had never expected that she would actually get a foal of her own, she was herdless after all, but her she was. After hours of labouring and then getting the foal to stand and walk so that she could move away a little from the birthing place, here she was with a foal. That peacock stallion was the father, she had only met him once but his charming ways and willingness to give her what she secretly had been wanting for a long time had gotten her where she was today. And it was him she was thinking of when naming the little white and blueblack filly at her side. She had give it alot of thought, but she named the filly Rhyssa. The speckles upon her back were a dark blue, almost black, and the eyes were like her own, a dark, luscious green. Everywhere else but those blue speckles, she was snowwhite, with pink skin, and she was just the cutest little thing around, and so gentle, with that glimpse of a fierce heart in her green eyes. Merrylin was indeed proud of her daughter. Would Rhys ever see his daughter? She didn't think there was anything special between herself and the peacock stallion, but she hoped that he some day would meet this little filly.
Rhyssa, a word that her mother had said to her a couple of times now, even though she didn't understand anything of what her mommy said, had gotten sure of her feet quite fast, and as soon as she was done suckling, getting her little belly full of warm milk, she started to move in circles about mommy. First at a slow, walking place, but soon enough she moved faster, almost trotting, but her own long legs and eagerness to move made it difficult for her. She tripped and tumbled down on the ground, with a surprised look on her face, before getting herself up on all four again.
