She has spent little time around the children of other mares, having lacked any great overwhelming desire to be a mother until this past season. In truth, children were a little intimidating. The idea that someone, anyone, would be wholly dependent upon her felt like a yoke upon her freedom that she could not shake. A permanent tie to some stallion that she would never be able to rid herself of, even if he turned out to be terrible.

But she did not fear that Fiero. The comfort her golden man brought her - despite the abuse she heaped upon his shoulders - made her feel safe and adored, as though the whole world could rise up before them and still she would gladly meet it shoulder to shoulder with him. That didn't mean she owed him any favors at the moment, however.

Her entire hind end felt like it was on fire, and had she not had this tiny, perfect child to focus on she would have likely served Fiero more of her vicious words. She knew he was out there, somewhere. His scent had grown steadily stronger as the birth progressed, and while she had not been able to focus on it, it had given her some small measure of strength to know that he was still there, protecting her. As it was, she could not tear herself away from the vocal little colt. His bleat of displeasure upon contacting the ground made her grin stupidly as she stretched forward to nuzzle him. And she chuckled softly through tears of joy as his sneeze nearly upended his fragile balance and crooned softly to him. "Easy mi amor."my love."

Anxiously she hovers nearby, crooning to him as he unfurls his long, spindly limbs. Her voice is encouraging and warm with the depth of her adoration for the small child. "Come now, you can do it, mijo.my son. Your kicks were so mighty inside of your mamá."The dark mare steps carefully around the leggy colt as he reaches for the sky and crashes to the ground, still not used to the long limbs the stretch from his little body.

She chuckles softly, and the sound is echoed from a nearby party, which makes the mare's head snap up and toward the sound, irrationally terrified. But it is only her lover, his face transparent with the desire it conveys, and a smile breaks slowly across her lips. How long had he been there?

Switch nickers gently to him, inviting him closer, her face and expressed drenched with the swelling of emotion in her heart. Their son draws her attention again with his insistent nuzzling, and she helps to guide him to the proper place, her lips quirking at the uncomfortable sensation of him nursing until it recedes into the relief brought by his nursing. Gently, she curls around to nibble softly at the curly wisps of his tail, still in awe that such a perfect little creature was her own.

Their own.

Fiero's words break into the quiet moment and while her ears flick towards him, she doesn't yet lift hear head to face them. Instead, she winces as the colt nudges and bumps his rump with her muzzle. "Easy mijo,my son, be gentle."

Her head rises to Fiero then, both warmth and annoyance written on her face. She loves this silly, stubborn man, despite his inability to listen to her simple instructions. Knowing that he had seen her like that, so desperate and unbeautiful, and yet had stayed to be with her reassured something deep within her chest and she offered an exasperated sigh that was softened by the smile that followed. "He takes after you, mi amor. Obstinado,"my love. Stubborn, and beautiful." Her tired gaze flicked back to their son again, and she stretch to touch him once more. "Come, mijo,my son, come meet your papá."

MARE | PASO FINO | BLACK | 14.3 HANDS | HOMELESS | LOVEINSPIRED