Posted on July 2, 2014 at 02:27:53 AM by Silver
 incomplete without you It has become difficult for the white mare to focus on her companion's words. The waves of agony reach higher now, submersing her for breathless seconds and filling her ears with the thunder of her own heartbeat. But, steeling herself against the next contraction, Silver strives for the same bravery she'd faced countless battles with. "Just a stomachache," the mare responds in a strained tone, and then continues quickly before Freya can act on her concerns. "Really, it's nothing. I'll be better in no time - I just need to lay down and rest." Her instincts seize control not long after she says this, folding her knees beneath Silver's broad body and then easing her over onto her side. The crimson sea of pain sweeps her away like a rushing tide - sucking her down into its dark depths. Struggling to keep her head above the surface, the mare is able to inhale enough breath to sustain her until the next wave's crest, and then the cycle repeats itself. She is barely aware of her own body - of the sweat that darkens her snowy skin, of the heaving sides that rise and fall with the flow of her agony. There is nothing but the pain itself. And then, suddenly, it is over. Still operating on instinct, Silver begins to drag herself upright. Through the haze that still clouds her senses, she becomes aware of the small form stirring in the grass behind her, and turns to begin cleaning it with steady swipes of her tongue. It is only when this task is complete that Silver seems to remember her audience, and her dark eyes flick upward to find Freya's. She is glad to find that the dun is still hovering nearby - they are family now, and it seems fitting that the lead mare should be here to witness the arrival of their newest member. During this brief distraction, the colt has already begun his struggle to stand, his spirit remaining unconquered despite the countless failures that follow. Watching him, the white mare is struck by a memory of Greyson as they prepared to leave the fortress that had been their home for over a year. It is man's will that makes a bastion - walls of stone will one day crumble, but a soldier's convictions will not, he had said. As determined as her son already is, she is certain that he is a soldier himself - and that he might even carry a piece of Greyson's spirit. "Bastian..." Silver breathes, and the sound of her soft voice seems to imbibe the colt with a fresh surge of strength. Within seconds he is on his feet, and stumbling toward her side to nurse. mare | 16 years | sabino white | drum horse | 17.2 hands |
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