The sun peeks just above the horizon washing the sandy shores in a pastel peach, a brilliant orange, and a soft pink. It washes over Ragnarr and her, a reminder of their deal they had brokered with the Lagoonie. She blinks harshly against the morning light chasing the sleep from her dark chocolate eyes. She stirs and begins the process of pulling her legs beneath her. It is a process, with her bulging belly. Her nostrils flare with effort and exertion, as finally she stands on her feet. Sand clings to her smoky chocolate hide and in her wisps of blonde mane. A soft nicker leaves her lips as she fondly bumps Ragnarr, she allows her nose linger on him before pushing away to head toward the sea.
She steps into the surf, and pauses as it bubbles and froths at her ankles. She swivels her head over her shoulder to look one last time on the Ridge, she knew her brother would be to visit soon. She waits for Ragnarr before she steps into the surf. Her breath catches in her throat as the water washes around her legs and then her belly. Her hooves strike out in an even tempo, with each stroke she can feel the strength leave her body. Was it foolish to try to escape? No, she shakes her head in response to her own thoughts. She was doing what she had to, in order to protect their child.
The shore of the Lagoon looms ahead, panic begins to set in as a dull ache begins to radiate from her abdomen. Then a searing pain rips through her abdomen causing her to squeal in pain. "Ragnarr," she says weakly as she desperately kicks out. Each stroke increases the dull ache in her abdomen, soon it feels like a fire engulfs her entire body.
She stumbles up the shore, her breaths are ragged and laborious. Her legs shake, buckling beneath the weight of her body. She crumples into the sand, laying flat on her side as pain and shivers rack her body. She weakly raises her head, her dark eyes desperately searches for him. "It hurts," she chokes out before her head lays against the sand. A groan slips from her lips as the pain rips through her abdomen. She clenches her eyes tightly shut as a single tear traces the line of her cheekbones, fear and pain grip her heart tightly. She lets her instincts take over, as her body begins the laborious job of bringing the foal into the world. Each labor pain rips through her body, contracting the muscles of her abdomen.
Minutes tick by, lasting longer than it should of. She raises her head weakly from the sand, but she doesn't have the strength to rise to her feet. A final contraction pushes the foal onto the sand. Lagertha nickers weakly, as the darkness begins to push itself down on her. She fights the sleep that threatens to drown her, but it is futile as the darkness consumes her.
The world is cold. And bright. And cold. He kicks, freeing him from the sack that holds him. A soft snort erupts from delicate pink nostrils. The colt shivers against the wind that ruffles his creamy coat and tugs at his silver tufts of mane. He blinks, the world is blurry around him. He blinks again, and turns his bald face to look at the shadowy figure that lays in the sand. He looks up to see another shadow hanging over him. A soft nicker erupts from his opened lips. What now?
Translation:
Icelandic - Sooty Silver Bay Splash - Mare - 14.1 hh - Dögun x Unknown
of the Peak, trapped in the Lagoon