Beyond the shadows of tomorrow Posted on January 15, 2020 at 04:32:46 PM by Talien
Talien can tell something is wrong. Long before the first wails of sorrow, long before Liland's call summons her forward, the pale mare of brandished gold feels it. As if the Bay itself sensed a new change, the birds grow silent and insects quiet their spring buzz. Nostrils quiver as Talien carefully rises from her slumber in the deep green grasses. Silver blue gaze lingers upon the small form of Amber Rose still nestled obviously in the green grass. For a moment Talien watches the steady rise and fall of her small belly as she slept, letting the peaceful scene prepare her.
A dial twitches as Janelle breaks over the horizon, het gait swift and urgent. She calls for Ylva and Talien and the once more disappears back the way she had come. Brows furrow as gently Talien nuzzles against Amber soothingly promising the small filly she would return. Whatever the reason for Havelle's upset she felt fairly certain Amber did not need to be apart.
And she was right.
As she crests the ridge her intense gaze falls upon the scene that lay before her. Liland stood protectively over a small damp form curled between his forelegs. However what is the most unusual and disturbing is the bloodied limp form of the red pangere mare that rested sunken with Rayna sobbing over her. Sabela. Sorrow glitters in her own eyes but Talien forces it away. Later. Later she would grieve for the mute mare. Though she had not spent much time with her, she was still a member of their small herd and her presence would be sorely missed. Twin harks flicker as slowly, cautiously she approaches the gathered horses. Nostrils flare against the odor of blood and Talien does her best to ignore it. "I'm here." The words are quiet. A promise but the only that she finds able to pass her lips. Pale gaze drifts over the broken faces, the sobbing Rayna and Liland. A single ear flickers as with a heavy sigh she glances at Ylva. She had her hands full. Already a gaggle of foals clung to her side. Though she felt certain the mare would not refuse the colt.... He needed more.
Gingerly she steps to Liland's side using the weight of her body to move him aside and give her free acess to the boy. Tentatively she sniffs his skin, assurint herself that he had come to no harm during such a stressful delivery. Thick chocolate colored tail flicks as gently she nudges him to his feet and using her muzzle guides him to her milk swollen teats. Only when she feels him begin to suckle vigorously does she turn back to meet the others gaze. "He will be fine." Replies: There have been no replies.