Posted on October 14, 2012 at 09:11:03 PM by t a l l y n n e and SOLJOR
||tallynne||mare||6 winters||15.3hh||palomino tobiano||gypsy vanner||helper of the paradise||soljor [x o melhor]||||soljor||colt||> 1 spring||16.0hh wfg||smoky black tobiano||gypsy vanner mix||small gift of the paradise||o melhor x tallynne||
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And so began the labor. It would, of course, take time. All of that effort, and Tallynne was still afraid. She had been afraid for a while. She worried about the child. All of her prayers had been for the health of the child. She knew the horror stories. Foals born deformed, blind, deaf or worse. More than any other story was the memory that had played before her. Her aunt producing a foal that never woke up. She couldn't handle losing a child. She was certain of it.
Tallynne was a tender soul. That is probably why she allowed O Melhor to be so close. Why she took comfort in the fact that he stood not too far away as she worked to bring forth their child. Their child who was ready to greet the day. Thankfully, nature is a powerful force, and even for the new mother, her body seemed to know what it had to do. More importantly, it knew how to do it.
So, eventually, the pain was gone. It seemed like it hadn't taken long for things to become quiet. She took a few shaky breaths. Covered in sweat from the labor, she was worried. She was afraid to look behind her to where she knew her child would be. Still, she craned her neck. It was there. The wet mass could only be her foal.
The sight of the creature stirred up her motherly instinct again and she gathered her feet, careful not to jar the infant. She turned around and began cleaning the colt - for it certainly was a colt. It was, in Tallynne's opinion, a pretty thing. He was dark, not quite the same black as his father, but he was not the blonde of his mother. But he bore her painted markings and small tuffs of hair that collected at his hooves which might promise feathering when he grew up. He was not a small creature, but he was a little smaller than Tallynne thought he would be.
Of course, she had no experience guessing such things. She smiled to herself as she nuzzled his neck and he in turn reached up to her nose. She breathed him in. He was wet. He was new.
He was prefect.
Tallynne smiled and gave a gentle call to signal to O Melhor. It was time for him to meet his son. Their first child. She hoped it wouldn't be their only.
Tallynne was a tender soul. That is probably why she allowed O Melhor to be so close. Why she took comfort in the fact that he stood not too far away as she worked to bring forth their child. Their child who was ready to greet the day. Thankfully, nature is a powerful force, and even for the new mother, her body seemed to know what it had to do. More importantly, it knew how to do it.
So, eventually, the pain was gone. It seemed like it hadn't taken long for things to become quiet. She took a few shaky breaths. Covered in sweat from the labor, she was worried. She was afraid to look behind her to where she knew her child would be. Still, she craned her neck. It was there. The wet mass could only be her foal.
The sight of the creature stirred up her motherly instinct again and she gathered her feet, careful not to jar the infant. She turned around and began cleaning the colt - for it certainly was a colt. It was, in Tallynne's opinion, a pretty thing. He was dark, not quite the same black as his father, but he was not the blonde of his mother. But he bore her painted markings and small tuffs of hair that collected at his hooves which might promise feathering when he grew up. He was not a small creature, but he was a little smaller than Tallynne thought he would be.
Of course, she had no experience guessing such things. She smiled to herself as she nuzzled his neck and he in turn reached up to her nose. She breathed him in. He was wet. He was new.
He was prefect.
Tallynne smiled and gave a gentle call to signal to O Melhor. It was time for him to meet his son. Their first child. She hoped it wouldn't be their only.
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- all that glitters is gold. - By o melhor October 29, 2012 at 09:57:54 PM
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