His words, being true and all fell on dull deaf ears. For it was while he began speaking that her foal became frantic, its kicking at her sides coming more and more now, and then there was the sharp pain that ran its course down her black spine. She staggered off to the side, away from Rade, her shoulder soon meeting the rough surface of a palm. She clenched her teeth and jerked her head around to stare at her stomach, the ripples of pain evident as her body would tense every so often. As if on instinct, rade's scent clinging to her nostrils which was somewhat still foreign to her, she gave a turn of her rear toward him, and flashed a hoof at him in warning. She'd kick if necessary.

Biting back the groan of pain that threatened to rise up her throat, she allowed her knees to bend and fall to the sand, and soon after the rest of her body followed, collapsing on the ground with a thump. Her foal thrashed more after that, causing her more pain. Perhaps she should have gone down easier. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on each wave of pain. Once two went by she'd push on the third, bracing herself for the heavy duty of getting her child out. With it being her second foal, the time seemed to go by fast with her grunts and groans. Finally after a while, when the dark clouds above started to roll in did her foal slip free.

Coat sickened with sweat, Clytie pulled up to her side, and looked to the wet bundle behind her. Whether or not the child was wanted she would care for it like she did with Jierda. Leaning over, she licked at her filly's coat, the afterbirth making the small girl seem darker than she should. Pulling back after she was satisfied with the results from her wash, she soon stood, legs trembling from exhaustion. She gave the filly a nudge, a sign to get up.

Pulling away, she now lifted her head to look to where Rade was. She wasn't sure what he thought of the situation now, or what he was to do, but for the time being she placed herself between filly and stallion.