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Right where I need to be

Desirie

She does notice the lead mare's disspearence, but she doesn't fret because she knows what season it was. Her own belly had reached it's max capacity, but it was not quite time to give birth so she stays close to the herd. Twenty-five minutes or so had passed when she began to feel tension in her stomach. She knew this was it so she dismisses herself from the rest of the herd, though she was unable to find Libra. She worries over her daughter because she was due to have her first foal any day now. There was no time to find Libra because this foal was ready to make itself known.

The birth wasn't terribly difficult, but took a bit longer than Leilyn's birth had. She understood why when she cleaned off her larger foal. The ebony colt wasn't thick boned like Leilyn was, but he was long and lanky like a true desert bred horse. His small curled ears confirm his Marwari lineage. Desirie smiles as she reveals the white blanket which reminds Desirie of the stallion she allowed to breed her. He was nothing, but a sperm donor, but she wouldn't deny him the chance to know his son if he ever sought him out.

When her son was up, nursed, and ready, Desirie brings him back to the herd. Little Balavant was very unstable beside her trying to walk on such long legs. The first thing the mare sees if Shaydowfax with a darling colt at her side. She whinnies to the mare and aproaches with Balavant as her side. She has never seen it before, but Desirie has seen some strange things born from her time on the earth. She knew foals were not always born healthy even when you did everything right or even sometimes they are born without parts that properly developed. It seems that was the case here, but the colt seems healthy. She was thankfull all Shaydowfax's fights haven't seemed to effect her pregancy.

"Congratulations Shaydowfax. What have you called him?" She asks with a smile to the foals that now surround the earless colt. Even little Balavant aproaches with a muzzle extended, sniffing the space between them. "This is Balavant." She says his name sweetly.

Right where I need to be
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