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08-20-2014, 11:54 AM
Illynx
No answers had come yet of her… not so subtle public inquiry while bringing Saffron home, but it seemed that the time was nigh for such a conversation; birthing late in the year, the smell of blood and fluids near the shoreline like a giant, blinking sign. She angles herself to it, limbs gracefully carrying her towards the more public location to foal children. She herself had chosen a cave – but the thought of having Lena titter over her was also a sour one, as much as she liked the sweet Doctor, mostly because her ego was too vast to accept that a woman such as herself should have trouble doing what women do.Perhaps that makes the others wise, and herself a fool; she does not care. Rikyn was born strong and whole, a private prize for his family and his family alone those first few wonderful hours. A smile of remembrance clings to her face as she finds the dark mare and her newborn filly, still wet and shaded from the dark confines of her mother’s belly. Thankful as she had been when she discovered Hotaru and Arya, she blesses the absence of Rikyn and feels the comforting, light weight of Kyst along her back as she pauses a respectable distance from the new mother and her treasure. "Congratulations," she says, trying her hardest not to sneak glances at the bundle of joy in her eagerness to know of its heritage, a small fear in her heart that the child was going to born blighted and doomed along with her dam, "is all well? I can send Kyst for one of the Doctors, if you need it." Sometimes the mind reveals itself in the most obvious of indirect ways, does it not? if I only could make a deal with God.
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