Dock had told them she was going to be deep within the forest for a few days – until the colt was born. Dickere and Hickere had both argued, but Dock had sworn she would not leave Luthien. They would be able to find her if they truly, desperately needed to, but the birth of the foal was something she wanted to do alone. Dickere sighed a tense, low breath. She had to trust her sister. Dock had all but stopped speaking to them during the last half of her pregnancy. She’d gone inside herself, Dickere thought, and it worried her sisters.
But still, she tried, really tried not to dwell on it. Dickere walked through the forest, listening to the icy crunch beneath her hooves and feeling the slight temperature adjustment in the air which said spring was just around the corner. The sound of a voice distracted her and she stopped in the path, ears forward and eyes bright on the two that seemed to have just walked up to one another. Both were recognizable, Dickere had met them previously so it was with a smile that she nickered toward them and started forward. She stretched her nose to exchange breaths with them both before tucking back.
“Azazel! Meradith! It’s wonderful to see you both again.” But her eyes could not help but fall onto Azazel’s belly and how it swelled in obvious pregnancy. Her smile softened, the idea of having a little foal around made her heart swell. “Have you thought of a name yet?” She knew Azazel would not know the gender until it was born, but perhaps she had names already picked out and ready.
of the forest
black sabino [aa Ee n/Sb1], fourteen.three hands, arabian cross filly, two years old, played by pirate |