The seasons have passed so suddenly, and yet she was still without her brother’s stupid gorgeous face; not something she’d admit out loud to him or else his ego would surely grow. She missed her sibling though, and that of the ever quiet Lark who watched the pair squabble on a daily basis. Other’s surely questioned why she stayed in such a group, to which her answer was always the same, their family. No matter how much they bickered and bit at the other in the end they always had each other’s backs. Hyacinth would never admit it, but she was scared; frightened for the growing energy sucking thing inside her belly, terrified that she never see the light of day again thanks to the stupid cat man thing. Khajiit was more feline than horse, she’d decided, his alluring seduction having led to this moment where she’d not only have to think of herself, but the little life sucker that was determined to make its presence known this chilly spring morning.

She made her bed in a corner that was hopefully tucked away and out of sight of prying eyes, her mood already soured by the pain raking her body that she dared anyone to intrude and feel her entire wrath she’d been forced to keep under wraps. The silence had been maddening until her child came into the world soon after falling to her knees, gasping for breath and terribly alone, but his own gasps of protest while fighting for his own life against the very thing that had held him all these seasons was music to her ears. Dare she say, she was happy.

Too tired to stand she draws him closer with a gentle guiding nose, blue eyes wide in wonder at the wet creature struggling with his newfound limbs that raise him up once until he trips on the remnants of the sack he was just in to ungracefully fall against his mother’s side, a quiet huff of air escaping his flaring nostrils.

“Rest my flower,” Hyacinth croons, that maternal feeling kicking in hard as her eyelids flutter close for a moment.

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They spent their days basking in the company of the other, keeping to themselves or else Hyacinth would have had to share her boy. He is perfect, she thinks, eyes watching the skinny colt toddle around the clearing and was just about sticking his nose into everything just to smell, curly ears atop his head flickering to and fro in the hopes to catch his mother’s comforting tones as he dared to stray from her.

“Ollie,” she chides him in warning, tail lashing against her pale golden leg’s that itch to frolic around with him but she’d be lying to herself if she admitted she was fine and not completely sore from the ordeal of having such a big foal. Her son ambles his way back to her, and she lowers her head to lip at the white that covered the front of his face yet it didn’t quite reach his eyes that were the mirror image of her own. Her wandering nose roams his darker hues of skin to the white patching along his belly where she brushes her fine whiskered lips in gentle humour. A squeal is what she gets as he tries to dip below her own stomach, protesting by stomping his hooves into the ground and head butting his way to the milk. Hyacinth nips his rump and pulls his fluffy little tail, neither aiming to hurt him, just a quick nip in the bud to stomp out any bad habits early. She didn’t need another Jaskier running amok; she huffs at this, rolling her eyes and facing the trees while her son snacked. Shadows moved there against the dark foliage, only slightly highlighted by the arriving morning sun but she was too far off and at a disadvantage to properly see who could be stupid enough to tread upon the makeshift home of mother and child. “Who's there!?”, she snarls to the creeping shadow, leg’s tense to run but she couldn’t do much with the suckling child below.

mare - 4 - mutt - 16.0hh
Daughter of Rade