Smoke rings in the dark (open) Posted on October 29, 2013 at 09:44:40 PM by wynne
The day had started as any other day, a soft drizzle dampening the spring land as the sun rose behind a layer of clouds. The nip of winter was starting to fade away as Spring progressed closer to summer but still the chill lingered on this wet day. Wynne did not seem to notice, the thick hair of winter not yet shed away despite the seasons passing. Instead it just matted down to her body, keeping the underlying skin dry for now as she stood below the canopy of trees. She had spent most of her time here, secluded from the rest as she mulled over her chaotic thoughts.
Lowering her head from where it had been tipped up towards the rolling grey clouds, Wynne turned it to gently brush her lips against her swollen barrel. The child that was within was a joy to her heart and despite her small knowledge of the sire she would not have it any other way. Secretly she hopes that the child carries his markings, her fascination still present of the spots upon his hind quarters. The stallion was still the only equine she had seen who had such coloring and not for the first time she wondered where he was.
Turning her face away the mare glanced around her surroundings. Seeing nothing but trees Wynne can’t help but sigh. Was she right on coming here? Now was not the time to question that motive when she was so close to foaling. Feather legs shifting as she repositioned her weight it was then a twinge crept through her belly. Odd, what was that? Several times the foals had shifted or kicked and yes it had hurt but it hadn’t felt like…that. Shaking it away Wynne was just about to dismiss it when she felt it again only stronger. Turning her head back around she stared at her stomach for several minutes but it didn’t come again. Deciding not to give it much mind she relaxed and was about to fall asleep when a hard contraction rippled across her entire stomach.
Gasping, Wynne flinched from the pain and took a few steps before stopping. Again the spasm rippled through her leaving her breathless and shaking with fear. Was something wrong with the child? But instinct told her exactly what it was. The babe was ready to be born and wasn’t making it a secret. Stumbling over to where a few bushes grew in a cluster the big mare lowered her aching body to the ground. A groan passed through her lips and a sweat was beginning to dampen her neck and flank.
Despite it being her first child, Wynne delivered easily. Raising her head she instinctively began cleaning while a tired smile crept across her face. Her hopes had come true; the foal had the markings of its sire! The grey mare couldn’t be happier and wondered what kind of name would suit the little girl as she came to find out. Deciding she might wait until the babe gave a little show of personality; the mare left the thought for later and rose to give a look around. Solitude was not as bitter now as the wobbly child tried to rise and stand for the very first time at her feet. It made ever decision Wynne had made to be in this point of her life seem well worth it. Leaning her head back down she gave her child an encouraging nudge before she finally stood.
Giving out a soft squeak the little girl gave her first few steps, her lips searching and bumping against her dam’s belly. Following the scent of what age old knowledge told her was survival she latched onto the swollen teat and began to nurse for the very first time.
