"What do you think it will be Squishy?" Iskra asked of the bumbling golem at his side, the one his older brother had entrusted to him. Iskra took to the task rather seriously, and although Squishy could not answer him, Iskra certainly felt less alone with the moving metals at his side. It was why he treasured the egg he had found so dearly, regardless of what his mom said.

He knew it'd be a companion one day when it hatched, and although he hadn't ever thought about getting one before, now that he had it, it seemed a perfect answer to his heartache. Mom said this was selfish, and to an extent Iskra agreed, but he also knew she was selfish.

The egg was the question he posed to the golem - it was safely tucked in the crook of his wing for warmth and safe keeping. Together Iskra and Squishy tottered around the Throat, greeting those they passed and looking for a pass time. That's when they heard the giggles on the outer edge of the beach, where Iskra thought they might try chasing fish. Always a fan of anyone who laughed, and eager to make anyone do so who wasn't, Iskra hurried over towards the commotion.

He paused as he broke into view, not expecting the birthing scene that unfolded before him. Fear rooted him into place, eyes widening to match a full moon, while his grinning mouth was hung a bit ajar, wind whistling between his teeth.
Gross! was his first thought as his nostrils and eyes were assaulted by all the fluids. He did his best to stifle his initial reaction of wrinkling his nose, not wanting to embarrass the mother.

Uh oh! was his other thought, fearful that the new mom might be a bit too amped up, as some other mothers he'd run across had proven to be. They didn't like him trying to drink from them, or inviting their kids to play dangerous games, or depending on how touchy and young their kids were, even getting too close, like he would hurt anyone!

"H-hi," he finally greeted once his mind finished catching up with everything it was processing. He hoped to appear non-threatening by throwing out one of his usual, disarming smiles. Naturally his body also hunched lower and his lips clacked together repeatedly in an instinctive display of his youth. "I'm Is-Iskra" He didn't back away though, interest getting the better of him after he adjusted to everything, and well the new fillies were pretty fun to watch try and stand. He didn't really remember his time at this age, but he figured it must have been similar. So helpless - a welling desire to protect filled him for the first time ever, which clashed horribly with his pacifist personality. Could he protect them with...smiles? Humor certainly had a place in guarding ones heart, but at this age they probably didn't have much heartache.

"Melita, and Clementine?" he asked, trying to assure he heard her right when he was walking over. "Nice names! But where's the eggs?" His 'brows knit with mild concern, and he leaned in a bit, voice lowering, "Did it- did it break uh, inside?" His eyes widened, "Is that what all this stuff is, egg goop?"

Iskra

You don't have to change a thing, the world could change its heart
No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful