Their adventure had been fun, that much Gitch could say. Her blue eyes were holding a light to them from just seeing the new world from a lens not held by her father. She had not gotten over her frustrated ways with her sire, but something in her gut pulled at her, speaking on how she should go back to him and tell him she was sorry. For now though, the blue roan mare just gave a faint smile as her hooves pushed through the Lagoon weeds. She was content to live here, a place where so far her father had not dared to come. She had heard stories from both of her parents, but she did not agree with what they had to say about this place.


Roaming through the murky bog, Gitch was about to go towards the ocean when one hard cramp filled her abdomen. Wincing, the young mare looked back at her side before another one came through like a sucker punch. Inhaling sharply, Gitch shook her head and shifted her movements. Moving away from the heart of the Lagoon, she vanished into the firmer lands at the edge, her body hunkering down right on the cusp of where the Lagoon met the Commons. She knew better than to cross the line, but she needed a place to give birth to her child that was not knee deep with mud or water grass.


Minutes turned to hours, and hours turned into a lot longer than a few. Gitch, having been a maiden mare before Garmr, had never gone through what she was currently dealing with. It was in the dark of night that Garmr’s child with her came into the world with a gasp. Blinking her blue eyes, the blue roan mare shifted her body and started to do the normal things a mother did. Her lips worked, her mind stuck, and her foal trembled as it started its life in the real world. She had never seen something so gorgeous and as her eyes landed upon the youngling, Gitch felt a smile curl across her lips. It was a red thing, something that oddly enough looked like her father for a moment. The closer she looked though, the more Gitch saw her stallion in the child. She had no right to call Garmr her’s, but this was how she felt with her heart warming at the sight of new life.


Lifting her head and standing, Gitch worked with her child to get them standing, their legs wobbly. She was already enjoying this creature, even if her body ached in places she had never felt before. All clean and moving on shaky limbs, Gitch watched her daughter stumble before latching on. The little foal, brand new, beat at her before latching on hard enough to cause Gitch to wince. “Well then little Canine.” She murmured, her voice low as she turned to lip at the child's tail. Red roan with a decent amount of chrome. Blue eyes and a thick little body. Gitch had a mix between herself and her lover, but the foal held a certain air that spoke of Nahawi. “You will be precious.” Little did Gitch know that her foal would be far from precious or kind in the coming years.

GITCH MANTIOU

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Mare | 16.0hhs | blue roan | nahawi x aase | trinket of Garmr

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