How long had they roamed without a place to call their own? Internally she grew all the more tense as waves of pain racked her bodice. It was not often she had slipped out of Jaskier's sight since she had met him, however, this night was different. The pale moonlight scattered through the trees and broken frequently as clouds rolled in.
This summer storm seemed much more violent than normal, the roar of the falls almost falling silent to the rolling cracks of thunder. Every breath tasted sweeter drinking in the scent of wild flowers as she pressed onward into the thickest vegetation. Although the place usually seemed riddled with equine, the ambient sounds of others had even seemed to fall silent.
The scent of rain lingers on the air and she feels it much sooner than she felt the first large droplets sink into her coat. The overhang of trees and thick foliage provide her the deep seclusion the golden and ivory woman needed. A second wave of pain racked her body, now their would no longer be time to carve a place for herself.
Settling in the golden woman fell into alignment with the storm silent of any complaints. She would never permit herself to seem weak especially those that could be drawn in by the noise she caused. If nothing more she desired the acknowledgement of a phantom passing through the trees. It was in these moments she felt vulnerable and she hated that feeling deeply.
Minuets shift in to hour and some yet the pain only seems to worsen. Perhaps she could have been mistaken...surely enough their is a dampness at her hind legs and a pressure that has diminished. A dull pain lingered as she turned and cleaned the child. It was a son. Within the silence of the storm she stands her son now clean, nipping at his flank a squeal and milk teeth lashing out in response. She had hopes that he would be strong and Enya was very inclined to facilitate it.
As the storm rolled away her soon had finally stood and began nursing rather intently. Enya was proud of her son and her blue eyes cast about for Jaskier. It was time for him to meet their son. She called out softly for him before moving in the direction she had wandered golden and ivory foal idly keeping pace at her flank. The golden and ivory colt squealed and Enya called out once more, "Come and see what we have made."
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