Meadow

She was accustomed to the weight of her body swaying like a pendulum by the first month of it starting - but now it had grown to be almost too much. Her blue-gray body creates a strange image in the small miniature thicket towards the center of the meadow. A view from all sides, long ways away from her semi-attentive keeper, she finds herself more able to relax.

His proclamation of claim and passion notwithstanding, she did not dislike the stallion who had decided that she was his. He was arrogant, sometimes even vengefully petulant, but she was sure that he was worthy. His dalliances with other mares were none of her concern and she made it clear that her dalliances would be his own doing, if he should lose her. Still, he had confidence enough not to go racing across the island when she turned up to have wandered off.

Her legs lower her to the floor, her belly crushed up into her spine a moment before she rolled to her side. It was enough to begin the process that had her legs flailing at one point as she stiffened them in contractions. It was an unusually easy thing, the forehooves, the long legs. The nose began the struggle - and even that was simply an extra crunch of abdominal muscles until the shoulders were pushed free of her.

The sudden slip of her child free of her instigates a small squeak of a squeal as she lunges to her feet to turn around and blink surprisedly at the brilliant, creamy, colt. He shudders, shivers, but she can feel the compulsion to clean him and get him to his feet through the fog of hormones. He was so bright she thought he might be a ray of summer sun made flesh, rather than her own son.

Her ears perk, a low rumbling nicker climbing down her throat as she lowered her nose to share his first exchange of breath. "You are Nomius. You remind me of a summer sunbeam on the hottest day." She nudges him as his pink nostrils flare, cleaning him for another moment of careful interest. "You are the color of your father and my’s warrior markings. You have no time to rest. Stand, Nomius." She, of all people, of all the isles, knew that he would be in danger of predators for the rest of his youth.