He knew he would be a father any day now. It was nerve-racking to see how swollen Adelia has gotten and how uncomfortable she was, but this is what nature intends. The baby could not stay cuddled up in his mother's womb forever. Augustine always refers to the foal as he because he desperately wants the foal to be a boy. A colt of his would fit in perfectly in the Lagoon atmosphere and he wouldn't have to worry about a daughter getting knocked up by one of his friends. He had years ahead before his foal would be of breeding age, but he had a hunch that a parent always worried over these things.

There would be more things to worry about once Adelia left this place with his child. He knew it would happen one day, but he didn't wish it to happen. He would rather her stay here with him, but he could not force her. She did not like it here and he could not blame her, but he would not help her escape. She would have to be successful on her own. Augustine notices her disappearance so he begins a pacing ritual in one spot. He walks a short distance to one side then switches and walks the other direction. He does this for some time until a call broke through the tense atmosphere. Was it time for her to birth or had the baby already been born? He doesn't have many thoughts as he gallops towards the sound of her call. As long as the foal was healthy all would be well...

Brown eyes spot the Fjord mare and he picks up speed towards her. At first, he doesn't see the foal, but he could smell blood on her skin. Augustine gives her a nuzzle with worried eyes. Finally, he finds the grullo colt nestled on the ground sleeping. A sigh of relief washed over him. "Perfecto." He says with a broad smile on his lips. "He is perfecto bonita." Augustine gives Adelia another nuzzle. He was in disbelief he actually had a son of his own.