Mirror mirror on the wall (Birth!) Posted on February 2, 2012 at 01:59:06 PM by Rory
The temporarily heavy Chestnut mare was wandering around the Ridge, a new song in her heart. Her dark chocolate eyes were filled with happiness and kindness. The weight was hard on her, but it was a joy to be with foal. As Rory was wandering around her home, taking in the sights and sounds a sharp pain shot through her flanks. A sudden cry was emitted as the pain shot through her again like a lightning bolt striking across the sky. Rory did not want to bother anyone so she moved as fast as her legs could carry her to a secluded area where she could not disturb anyone. Her neck was craned around to her left side as she nuzzled her side, trying to ease the pain.
The damned jabbing pain returned and she knew the time to push was growing closer.
A low grunt was emitted through gritted teeth as she slowly lowered her frame to the ground. Laying all the way down, she snorted harshly. Rory knew she had to get her breathing under control if she wanted to make the birthing process go smoother. She lifted her head as she felt the urge to push. Rory started to push with all of her might. Tears slide down her face in agony and pain, as they mix with the lathered sweat at her cheek. She had never been more scared and nervous of anything in her life as she was now, but she knew it would all be over soon. She knew that once she saw the precious little foal next to her, it would be worth every bit of pain she had to endure to get the little fluff ball out. The last push went by so fast, and the next thing Rory knew, there was a Chestnut colored foal at her rear.
Rory swiftly and nimbly stood to her full height. The Chestnut mare turned on her heels to face her first child. The tears of agony and pain were blinked back as they became the tears of joy and pride. Rory started to lick her clean as her mothering instincts kicked in as if on auto-pilot. She lowered her head and nuzzled the babe lovingly and nudged her, urging her to try and stand. The Chestnut babe tried to stand on her long, wobbly dancer’s legs. The newborn did a flip as she tried to stand, but her little legs gave out. Rory smiled and lowered her head, holding her up as the little flicka nickered for help and tried to stand again.
"I will call you Cheyanne” She whispered softly in her soprano song. Rory looked the little flicka over, admiring the Chestnut coloration her flicka had. Rory wondered where Ennius was. Shaking her starred crania, she tried to shake away the doubts and fears. Attention was snapped to her side as the little girl started to suckle. The young mother reached around and nuzzled her newborn babe lovingly as she ate. Rory turned her head back, eyes alert and ears pricked at attention as she kept a vigilant lookout. Rory would not allow anything to happen to this child that was Ennius'. So far, she couldn't tell if her foal had any defects, but perhaps when the filly got older, she would know, but the flicka looked healthy. Replies: