Talien has never been one to show pain. Discomfort she wears as plainly as the expanded width of her babe swollen barrel, but never pain. It was not in her nature, second mare or not.

The mare of brandished gold knew it would not be long before the child came. The increased movement in her belly coupled with the near constant discomfort told her that much. She had seen other mares experiencing labor pains, but she herself as determined to never experience such frivolous necessities. That is until Liland refused to give her that choice. It was still a sore spot with her, a blemish upon their relationship. However, as the days wore on and she saw him attempting to rebuild the herd that had been rent in two... the did her best to let the event rest merely upon the backburner. She was not about to let it go anytime soon, but she was not petty enough to bring it back up. At least not now.

However as the first waves of pain grip her swollen abdomen, a whole new variety of colorful words cling to her tongue. In that moment every curse she could think up is issued for Liland as slowly, gingerly, she moves towards a sheltered patch of yellow grass protected by the deep drifts of snow by a low overhanging canopy of branches.

For the time, she refrains from calling to Liland. Though it was his foal that would soon make entrance into this world, she does not want to appear the type of mare that was needy. She was a proud creature by nature. An so, as she settles beneath the shadowed refuge, jaws clenched together and lets the pain course through her. She will not show weakness.

She stretches out now, fore-hooves raking into the malleable ground as another wave of contractions wash over her. Blood. The metallic tang of blood fills her nostrils as Talien pins her ears back in displeasure. Liland had better be on guard. Wolves and other predators would take full advantage of the scent of blood of that she was sure.

Another wave.

This time, a grunt of pain leaves her lips as she falls back against the ground, pale eyes glazed over in pain. Again her hooves rip across the ground, leaving deep impressions. Again a contraction and then it is over.

Wearily she lifts her head, glacier eyes blinking slowly to clear her blurred vision. Behind her, still dark and damp with afterbirth, was a beautiful little amber champagne filly. A small smile tugs at her lips as gingerly she reaches to nuzzle the tiny damp head as awkwardly the filly leaned against her mother's sweat dampened flank. "Amber Rose." the name slides effortlessly off her tongue. Where it came from, she was not sure she knew but unbidden it had come and well, it seemed hand picked by the gods just for the pretty little filly.