Esther

I have been holding closer to the Basin as of late, since my trip to the Deep Forest at least. It is not because I am afraid of the outside world, but simply because over the last few months my sides have widened out. I know the signs, I am just not used to them happening to me. My time with Déodat may not of been the wisest choice, since I am rather new to the herd... But that is to late to worry about now. I will have to train as a soldier later... Which I am sure will have the General angry... I am foolish to be knocked up this soon. But that is no matter now. What is done is done. I am to be a mother and my Corporal a father. Oh the irony. Our child will be the child of warriors. This is something I never could of imagined. I am grateful for the darkness and depth of my cave home. It has allowed me to hide for weeks now, only leaving to graze. I have to keep my strength up after all. As my sides have grown, the movement inside is the other give away about my condition. Over the last few weeks I have been kicked many times over by tiny hooves.

OH OUCH! What the hell is this?! I drop my head low as agonizing pain grips my frame. OH BLOODY HELL THIS HURTS! What in the hell have I gotten myself into? I begin to breath heavily, as the realization of what is happening hits me. It's time for our child to arrive. I have not told Déodat that he will be a father, and to be honest he has not come to check in on me either. Guess I will be doing this alone. I drop to my knees first, and then onto my side. I am thankful for the space in this cave as I grunt in pain. I throw my head back in pain, my horn narrowly missing the side of the cave. It would do me no good to break my horn while I am giving birth.

Hours have passed, but I am finally through. At my rear lays a small foal. It is blood bay in color, much like Déodat is. I can not help but smile. Marking the blood bay coat is a white marking that trails down it's back and out over it's hips and outlined in pink. I can only hope for the child's sake is that it is a girl. Carefully I move to stand and turn. My legs are shaky after the hours I have spent bringing this child into the world. I begin to clean my child, and indeed discover that it is a girl. A daughter. I smile, nosing the little one gently. Not only my daughter, but my princess. My little warrior princess. She is destined for greatness. I mean, just look at who her parents are. "Welcome to the world, Mirabella." My princess, my wonderful, incredible beauty.

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