Arachne
I could not take my eyes off her. She was a spitting image to myself, if I wasn’t greyed out, that is. I couldn’t believe this, really couldn’t. knowing that this little beauty at my feet belonged to me, that she was a child of my own to care for, the thought had my heart soaring out of my chest. She was so small, so fragile. The fierce mother-warrior was going to be surfacing I could already feel it. I continued to clean the fire and ice body of my child, cleaning off her face, encouraging her to stand up. She was a little beauty, like a fire with a cloud that covered up a big part of the fire-red coloration. I nosed at her chest, huffing against her slightly damp skin, nudging her head upwards with the bridge of my nose, urging her to stand up.
This whole standing thing was difficult I tell you. I struggled just to sit up enough to where I was somewhat upright on my belly and legs. I lifted my head, biting onto some of the dangling hair of my mom to try and lift myself upright. She must have caught on because she brought her head beneath my neck, giving me a bit of a boost to get myself up. I shook though, trembling on my legs
I must’ve been a bit dazed, because I didn’t notice Soljor until he was beside us, reaching out a nose to me. I returned the touch, reaching out to brush my nose against his, a soft sigh as I looked back to the little bright filly who was trying desperately to stand. He spoke, and I smiled. “Yes, she reminds me of myself when I was young, before I greyed out.” I spoke softly, shifting my weight slightly, trying to ignore the little twinges of pain that still lingered. They were bearable enough to push to the back of my mind.
I finally did it! I was standing on my own and oh my goodness, was I always going to be this wobbly? I hoped not because this wasn’t fun. I took a few unsteady steps, falling into the larger frames near me, or well, the darker of the two- he’s gotta be daddy, right? I huff, glaring down at my ungainly feet before looking up at him, watching his face before smiling softly.
“What do you think of Neilina? It means cloud and passionate, which I think fits with her colors, don’t you?” I wasn’t about to name our daughter something that Soljor wasn’t okay with. No, he had to agree with it. I personally really thought that the name fit her appearance so well.
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