to feel the warmth of you | Bacardi Posted on September 19, 2023 at 00:33:39 AM by Keating
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In the spring twilight of the forest, the painted silver grullo mare could be heard humming to herself as she strolled. Bathed in the dusk, purple light of evening, Keating was simply afloat with excitement. It wouldn't be long. Not long until her little one made its way into the world, not long at all until she saw the sweet face she'd formed and carried for so long.
The Mustang was still musing to herself when she stopped, her black and tan hooves brushing carefully over the pebbly rocks of the river bank. Lowering her muzzle to the bubbling surface, Keating drank long and deep. With her thirst finally sated, the sabino overo looked at her surroundings a tad more closely. She was somewhere closer to where the river was widest near the sea; perhaps she was somewhere near the first big bend.
Her dark ears twisted forward curiously. She wondered if Bacardi would come looking for her with birth so obviously imminent. The mare felt like a giant waddling thing, but often she found herself laughing at the image. There had to be humor. There had to be light and happiness. The image of what happened when there was sadness and grief made her shudder. Keating desperately wanted this birth to go well where her first did not. Surely, in the lush and sweet depths of this forest haven, her child would survive.
The sudden chill of the mid-spring evening made the painted female shudder. Fear prickled at the base of her spine. The memories of the past and the feelings they elicited made her feel suddenly isolated and nervous. Gone was the Keating who had been content and glowing. Now, she worried. She felt silly to think of calling Bacardi to her to chase away the miserable thoughts and creeping edges of her old nightmares. Yet... she wanted him near all the same. Softly, Keating sent out a crooning song for the tobiano stallion, hoping he wasn't too far to hear her.