what to do in the wake of you Posted on July 22, 2023 at 09:24:37 PM by Sinaet
This thread is back-dated for before Rougaru's battle with Solomon.
Something was going to happen. A strange charge had been building up in the air of the Desert. The bay mare wasn't sure what it was, what it meant, or if it was all in her head, but it had made her increasingly anxious and agitated as time ticked on. When the labor pangs had started, Sinaet had wanted desperately to breathe a sigh of relief. Perhaps it had just been her body's natural response to her child's imminent arrival. That was all she wanted it to be.
As the labor went on, long into the night, Sinaet prayed. She wasn't even sure what she was hoping for other than the safe birth of her second foal, or perhaps assurance that, after whatever was coming, they would all be taken care of. And when the full moon was at its highest peak, the little filly she had been carrying came forth. To Sinaet's surprise, the filly was largely white on her hind end. She hoped deep down it was a sign of the moon's blessing, that it had heard her prayers and marked her daughter for safekeeping. Maybe it wasn't, but a mother could hope, right?
Nestled in the sand and the coarse strands of desert grass, the mare worked on cleaning the newborn. She threw herself into licking her clean, wuffling her nostrils amorously through the little girl's velvet coat and tufts of mane. With a full heart, Sinaet realized just how like her sire the filly appeared. Even his sparkling green eyes gazed dreamily up at the dun mare. With her heart full, Sinaet then wondered after the stallion. Her own pale green eyes tore away from the newborn, peering out into the dark of the Desert. She had not seen much of Rougaru lately, and it had begun to worry her.
They had been a distant pair, Rougaru and Sinaet. He had always been willing to give her space, especially during her pregnancies when the bay dun was the most difficult. However, for some nagging reason that tugged at her now, this one was different. She knew something was amiss, but she'd been trying to give him space to figure it out or eventually say something. Maybe Sinaet had been wrong to keep quiet for so long, but she had to wonder what was drawing him away so close to the birth of a new child. His child? Their child? The mare knew she wasn't one of his consorts, or one of those who had been here the longest, but she'd hoped at least that they had a different sort of unsaid understanding between them.
Sinaet rose carefully, picking each movement of her hooves with precision so as not to harm her daughter. Daughter, her heart thrummed back at her. Slowly, the little thing attempted to stand, her wobbly legs eventually finding their balance. Bathed in moonlight, the splash-marked pair stood in near-silence. The only sounds breaking the serene moment were that of her little one nursing for the first time. Tentatively, Sinaet whickered for Rougaru. The sounds softly reached out for him in the darkness.
Sinaet
mare . bay dun splash . 17 hands . Rhinelander x Warmblood