She had nearly completed the grooming process for her child when a teeny hoof flopped towards her muzzle effortlessly. The act made her giggle softly, groggily from exhaustion before she pressed her mouth to her little beloved's ear, murmuring sweetly right before continuing her cleaning session," I'm nearly done my little Laume. Then you may eat." She hadn't taken the time to really think of a name, it had simply slipped from her as she was speaking, and even then she didn't find it to be so bad. She continued working her tongue over the downy coat, listening with one ear as the champagne stallion approached. She had scented him almost immediately when he arrived, but had decided that it would be his decision as to whether or not he would approach their daughter.
Soon he was pressing against her cheek, causing her eyes to close for a moment, just in relief at the fact that he seemed quite pleased with their little one. His words made her chest swell with pride, joy, all of the wonderful things mothers feel when others praise their little darlings. Who she hadn't expected to come out of everyone was Tembovu. Pricking her ears attentively she watched him, dipping her head politely in greeting as he looked down upon the newest herd member. It reminded of her of how she had returned the memory of the birth of his first child to him, and she wondered if he had felt just like she was feeling in this moment. Eyes shining, she offered her nose in a tender greeting, whispering softly in response," Thank you Tembovu. The Gods have blessed me with something truly wonderful."
Who knew the air would have changed so quickly as soon as the Elephant King began to question her child's father. She was suddenly moving, standing on all fours and looking confidently to her King. Although the feelings she had for him weren't truly as strong as they probably should be considering they had born a child together, she still cared deeply enough to protect him in the face of danger. She considered him a friend, and someone who would be a large part of her daughter's life; if he hadn't desired to be he wouldn't have been here at all. With only one minor sway of her body, she managed to gain her balance, but with the blood trickling down her leg she didn't know for how long.
" Please Tembovu, there's no need to be so tense. He really does mean no harm. If he hadn't wanted to see her then he wouldn't have shown up," she breathed out effortlessly, eyes gleaming pleadingly, though if he were to continue she would push forward more in Quilyan's defense. She looked to him and smiled gently, weakly, before suddenly her vision clouded and her legs began to wobble beneath her bulk. Staggering to the right she attempted to right herself, a soft groan escaping her as she didn't quite understand what was going on. The bleeding continued in a slow trickle, pooling around her right hoof as she attempted to remain semi-attentive. She was dizzy and tired, the hard birth taking more of a toll on her than she thought. Yet she couldn't fall down now or be sick, she had a little one to feed, and how was she to do that if she were unconscious?
" Laume," she called wearily to her little bundle, eyes now hazy as she continued to fight through the fatigue in order to provide for the babe," Come eat my dear. You need to gain some strength for yourself." Soon black maw was moving to the line of Laume's neck, blowing air softly onto it and closing her eyes. She smelled of afterbirth, but a tingle of soft pine was beginning to swirl into her coat, along with a warmth that only could be described as her and who she was. She would always remember that smell, not matter how big Laume got or how far she went away from her new mother. The bond had been sealed, and nothing would break it in Myrrine's eyes.
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