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Post by writtenphoto on Dec 28, 2012 2:38:20 GMT -5
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The thought of pregnancy in the small foal like mind of Lycia seemed impossible to happen to her; it was a thought pushed out of her mind quickly because she knew that getting close to anyone without a voice just might be impossible for her. But impossible it wasn’t.
The thought ran through her mind constantly of her small ignorant foal mind as pressure slowly began to build up in her body. She threw her head to the side as she paced in the area she had chosen. It was in the great expanse of territory that Ver had claimed of course; near the middle; but to a area that she knew that the mares in this land had somewhat neglected. Perhaps it was grazed out a few seasons ago?
She admitted to herself that she would have rathered to give birth in the mountains; but she didn't want to risk pushing the newborn. She was vulnerable in the open field that had slow hills rising and falling. But she somewhat soothed herself when she proclaimed to herself that if anything tried to attack and eat her; it would have smelled her. Even if she had taken to a cove of branches to try and be safe.
Those thoughts had milled her mind at breakneck speeds when she had finally lowered her body to the ground to begin the hard work that only a female would know.
The morning sun hit Lycia's sweat stained body when she finally did get up. The breeze carrying a small relief to the overheated mare. She had flattened the green grass that she had chosen to lay on; and within that flattened area; a small painted filly was bunched up, legs splayed in a strange fashion. She only smiled weakly at the image; thank god I was not born blind, she said to herself. I don't think I couldn't have handled not seeing her.
She lowered her face down to the filly; a small push against her rib cage to urge her up. She admired her daughter; noting that she was very different than Lycia and Ver. She had strange ridges that resembled fish scales on her white painted spots, and a very light purple eye color; a small bump was rested on the cowlick on her forehead.
A thought came to her mind quickly; causing panic to rise in her chest. Could she speak? She couldn't have inherited it could she?!
Her tails flicked quickly in panic as she urged the child to get up; one of Lycia's back feet hitting the ground to see if the sound made the child want to utter out anything. The filly seemingly ignored her as she made several attempts to get up.
Panic grew in her mind even faster in thinking that the child would live a closed life. She tried to dismiss it by stomping her back foot again. Causing the now standing foal to imitate her as she searched for food.
This only caused the panic to be forgotten; and she focused on her now breathing; standing daughter.
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