⬩ voyager ⬩
▻ roamer (x voyager) ◅
Her life had become all sweetness and weighty affection.
It was so different, having a home which she could reliably live within without feeling the need to press the envelope and range further and wider. It was strange to have a face she sought to see daily that she did not also look for hidden agendas within. It was strange and it was good. Good to be hugged in her sleep and to have little treats gotten from the tall trees around them to eat. She was not a tall woman, certainly shorter than many, and the notion that he could reach straight into branches was novel even to this day.
She often wondered what such a view must be like, seeing from so very high on a regular basis.
This morning, though, the sweet goodness of the world was pulled into question. She felt her internal unrest, the unrest of her baby, and instantly woke straight up. The burning and twinges startling her, though she was careful not to wake Voyager. She rises quietly, sure that he still slept, and crept to their little clearing - tucking herself near some bramble bushes and feeling actually more safe than if her vision was blocked by a bunch of tree trunks.
In her family, her people, it was only right to birth beneath the stars.To know from their first breath how to map the stars and to have the stars know them. It made it hard for the stars to betray you if they knew you from your first breath, after all. She lays in the grasses for hours, struggling and fighting with her own body and that of the large foal within. She flails, now lost in the act of bringing her daughter into the world and not at all thinking of quietness or dangers.
A few times she squeals but it is clear that she fought a fight no one else might have a helping hand in. She rails and grits her teeth, pressing and pushing as her body demands and finally - as morning light almost stole the stars from the sky, at last the child was born. Just as the stars closed their eyes, so the babe slipped free and onto the grass. She is frantic to clean the little reddened morsel - but the energy she spent collapses her back onto her side to recover more entirely than her quick cleaning had first allowed.
She whinnies, then, lathered with sweaty foam, for Voyager in the hopes he might be awake by now and able to give her peace of mind enough to take her mind off protecting herself and their foal.
OF THE LUTHIEN FOREST
▻ mare - mutt - wild bay dun pangare splash sabino, gulastra plume - 14.3 hh ◅