That stabbing pain in her sides has been bugging her all morning. She had collapsed twice already but she didn't let that stop her from getting back to her old home. Somehow, her mind was set on getting her to the desert, to the safety of her friend Canta. The waves that rushed around her were pulling and dragging her backwards, but she pushed her legs faster, forcing her weight through the water. The sandy lands of home were just ahead of her, and she urged herself on, despite the ever brutal beating her foal was giving her. Something in the back of her mind told her that something was wrong, but she couldn't bother with it at the moment. When her hoofs met the sand, she dragged her red frame out, but then she really felt it. The pain ran down her spine, and throughout her whole body making her collapse against the cool sand. She could not have felt the full affects of her foal trying to free itself in the water, the waves that had pushed on her sides kept the pain at bay, but now? She could feel it all.
Sweat seemed to easily gather on her as her body, already knowing what to do, pushed at each contraction. It had been an easy birth with Neassa, but this time she could sense some complications. Her roan daughter had been born in just under an hour, but this one seemed drawn out. To her it seemed almost more than an hour as she lay there breathless. Her sides heaved and she raised her head to weakly call out. Her eyes thought they saw something approach, but then her head fell back onto the ground, and her eyes closed for a moment.
She was maybe out for only 5 minutes, when she heard a faint cry, and a small wet thing touching her. Slowly opening her eyes she picked her head up, and opened her maw still trying to catch her breath. A small black and white bundle lay curled against her side, and reaching over she gently licked it until his small face turned toward her. She gave him a small smile and gave him a little nudge. Clenching her teeth, she pushed her weight to her legs and then stood. She was trembling from the cold now, her body still wet from her swim and the sweat that had gathered on her body did not help at all either.
Turning to face her boy, she couldn't help but to get tears in her eyes, "Oh Razvan," she whispered, looking over her small colt's painted form. So much like his father...
She leaned down to gently nuzzle him, to help guide him to his legs so he could begin nursing, when a name came across her mind. It was a strong good name, one Razvan would be proud of. "Styrke."
Alexa
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