After their talk she scurried back to the Dunes, she needed to see Damocles. She needed to hear him, to see him, to touch him. She didn't have a break down as she had many times before, but she had been broken. The light didn't leave her eyes, but it faded.
As she neared the Dunes, Artempsia's sides began to scream with pain. They contracted and pulled. Her breathing became labored. She stopped in her tracks. Even though this was her second child, she became scared. She wanted Damocles more than ever. She wanted him close. He was so close yet so far away.
Her eyes intensified as the contractions worsened. Her eyes now widened with panic, what if something wasn't right...her mind raced wildly as she wanted badly to call for someone, anyone. But she couldn't; she shouldn't.
Persperation dampens the girls neck and flanks, causing her to become soaked within her own sweat. Her nostrils flare as she begins to slowly lower herself to the damp forest floor. If no one else was around to hear the thud, did it still make a noise? Artempsia couldn't have told you over her frantic breathing. For if anyone was around they'd hear the breathing, not the thud.
Her overly sized abdomen heaved, she pushed and pushed with everything she could. Her breathing slowly declined, as she saw a small filly slowly sliding into the world. Her eyes were soft and caring for once. She smiled slowly, before going back to work.
After awhile she'd gotten the filly up and nursing, she stood easily with no physical defects. Artempsia nuzzled his shoulder gently, she hadn't even thought of a name...
I've Learned to Live H a l f Alive.
{: Bay Overo ; 16.3hh ; Mare ; Paint x Hanoverian :}
