She was afraid and she didn't know where Soljor was. He had disappeared after their coupling and she had so many questions she needed an answer to. How did he get that accent? Would the baby talk like that too? How did he change his appearance like that? So many questions...

Slowly, some of her memories were returning and she almost vivdly saw an image of a black vanner painted with white. Soljor was the name that came to mind, but that didn't look like the Soljor she bred with last fall. Who was he then? An imposter maybe! Her breaths were heavy as she paced back and forth the swamp. She felt hot and faint.

Squeals erupt from her jaws as pain strikes her sides. The baby! She knew was labor was like and knew this was no place to birth young, but she had no time to make it anywhere else. Her last foal had been born so quickly. Slowly, she made it to a dry space by a large willow tree. Her baby blues closed as she attempted to clear her mind.

It wasn't much longer that a foal escaped her and hit the ground with a small thud. Cherish quickly turned towards the child, shaking drops of sweat off her dark lashes. She nudged the child to life, licked him clean, and helped him too his hooves. It took a couple tries on his long, shaky, legs, but he reached his mother's goal. His small head reached under her barrel and found the place he could eat.

All her worry, all her anxiety, was gone. Only a smile remained and the whisper of his name. "Agustine."