Parelia and Gull

Even though she was exhausted the mare could tell there was still more to come, but first her daughter needed her. You see Parelia was a seasoned mother, having gone through this twice before she could tell there was another babe itching to be born. It would have to wait, just a minute longer. Penna's sweet reassurance filled her brain, 'I have Gull.' She smiled softly as the grulla stallion appeared before her. Then he spoke. Anger flickered through her briefly. 'We? WE?! Penna, remind me to let you peck him later for that.' The falcon screeched delightedly as he landed beside the filly. "Yes she is beautiful isn't she? How about Violet for her name?" It wasn't a question even though she phrased it so. The first born would be named Violet even if he didn't like it. The filly's call pulled the mare back to the task at hand. Her tongue cleaned the pretty filly swiftly, drying her the best she could. How foolish she was for having a baby born so late in the year. Worry and fear flooded her brain, causing the contractions to intensify. Even as she feared the worst her baby struggled to catch her first breath; wheezing and tired. "It's okay my sweet daughter, rest now love." She smiled softly before looking up at Gull.

"Hope you can handle what's about to happen." Her voice was strained, ragged, of course it was. You have one foal and another one forcing it's way out. You try to hold it back while you tend to the first and a ridiculous stallion. He came in a wave of pain and fluid; swiftly and mercilessly. Black swam before her honey eyes as she struggled to catch her own breath. Unable to hold her head up, it thumped softly to the ground. She just needed to rest, just for a second, catch her breath. It wasn't until the sweet sound of her child, alive and moving beside her, drew her back up. He was just as beautiful as his sister. He was larger, not by much though, with the same teal and grey. At least they had something from her side; teal. She smiled and began cleaning him as his teal and silver eyes found her. They seemed slightly out of focus, but this was not the first of her babes to have that issue. Was she cursed to have troubled children for all her life?

Shoving the horrid thoughts away she groomed her son until he was dry and fluffy. "It seems he is quite taken with you." She grinned up at the father. She watched her son shift his attention to Gull, the stud that looked so much like him. She watches with pride as her son finds his hooves with such grace and care. Taking a steeling breath the mare does the same, carefully nosing her daughter. "Sure hope these two are easier than my other children were." She grumbles, just loud enough for everyone to hear. She laughs softly as he watches everyone quiet inelegance rolling from him. Seconds after she finds her own hooves he nudges under her, now much smaller, belly. "Come Violet, join your brother." She leans to gently nuzzle her daughter, and help if need be.

The cream and teal dove, prays they wont eat to long, that they'll be done soon so she can sleep, well a part of her does. She knows an eating baby is a healthy baby. Honey eyes turn to Gull an exhausted smile upon her tender lips. "What do you think of our children?" Penna flutters to her withers cooing with his own joy. The falcon had always enjoyed foals, especially his bonded's. "How about you pick your son's name." Her head lowers as she speaks her strength waning with each moment. Intent on the stallion, she keeps her eyes on him longing to see his smile, feel his gently touch. The mare wasn't sure if he loved her, but she knew she did not love him, not fully anyway. He was a partner, lover, friend, but not a mate. None of that mattered now, they didn't matter, only their living teal and silver twins mattered.
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Tags/OOC;; @Gull @Violet @Caine Sorry this took so long!