Khiane witnessed the mare give her birthing. As she watched, quite curious as to if her birth would go similar or not, Khiane soon felt major jabs of her first contraction. It occurred to her, that maybe birthing was like a sneeze. Contagious by sight. She laid herself down, glad no one was witness to her birthing. Part of her was nervous incase of a stillborn, happy for thinness, and terrified for the child. As the foal was out, Khiane began to control her emotions again. She took long deep breaths. She turned her head, and let out of a relieved sigh, the foal was alive. Khiane scooted to the foal, her body sore and lacking the rest it needed. She ran her rough tounge over the colts wet fuzzy fur. "Rollo.." Khiane whispered with unknown awe. The mare stopped licking as with time the young colt attempted to stand, but its front legs were shaky. Khiane supported Rollo's front end as its back end followed up, she held him up for awhile. Then she trusted him to stand for himself. Cautiously, he took a smakl stumble forward on his tall thin stilts. The beaming mare stood beside her identical son, she nudged him forward, encouraging him to walk over to the twins and the two mares. Khiane slowly followed. She nodded to acknowledge them, her high pitched voice chiding. "Hello. I'm Khiane, and this is Rollo." but when the lady looked down to point her boy out, he was curled up next to one of the twins fast on its way to sleep. she smiled, looking at Rollo yawning and tugging on one's ear, intent on using it as a pillow.
khiane
Love is over tonight.
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