OFTEN IT'S THE DEEPEST PAIN WHICH EMPOWERS YOU
TO GROW INTO YOUR HIGHEST SELF
Life can change dramatically in the span of one single moment.
Birth is simply one of those moments. Even more so when it takes a dramatic turn.
The copper-toned girl with the warm amber eyes is the first of the twins to be born, and despite the drastic changes (she suddenly feels so cold and so small) everything is somehow calm. For her, at least. The ground is hard and she immediately feels almost heavy - no longer cradled and supported by the fluid-filled sac inside her mother's womb. She only feels a damp chill for a few moments before the warmth of her mother's tongue cleans the mess from her bright fur, simultaneously stimulating and drying her. The sensation causes her to shake her head, nearly causing her to fall back over onto her side. Somehow, she remains predominantly on her belly with her head raised though she is every bit unsteady as she attempts to figure out her own body and movements. Nearly quivering from the newness of it all, she fidgets but her movements are large and unrefined - the way one would expect a perfectly healthy foal to be.
Amber eyes hadn't even attempted to focus on anything at all until her mother's touch abruptly disappears. The filly bleats her displeasure, turning her head to gaze back to where her mother had been. Her eyes quickly find the grey one, laid out on the ground doing who knows what with something red seeping from her. She doesn't know what that red stuff is or whether she should even be concerned. There is no reason for her to be upset, no reason for her to worry - she has no understanding of the world. No understanding of life and death. Her knowledge is so heavily limited and now, as a newborn, she is a being of instinct.
And her instinct tells her to move, to stand, but before she can really make her first attempt the golden one catches her eye; pausing her desire to rise. She gazes up at him and as he reaches down and touches his nose to hers - she can't hold back a cheerful little bleat. The girl abruptly thrusts her front hooves down in front of her and makes an attempt to lurch upwards onto all four of her hooves. For the briefest of moments she has success, until all four hooves slide outward in four different directions - ever so slowly the girl is lowered right back down onto her belly with a slightly disgruntled little snort. And that's when everything suddenly changes, halting her attempts to stand. The atmosphere suddenly feels charged and heavy but the girl can only scrunch up her face, confused but aware of the changes she can't yet understand. The golden one is suddenly focused completely on the grey, the grey - having birthed the girl's twin - is on her side with her steely eyes closed. The amount of the red stuff has increased, the smell of it is sharp in her sensitive nostrils.
For the moment she is seemingly frozen to the spot. Frozen as she watches the colt rise from the ground. Quiet as she watches him, her warm - practically golden - eyes flickering between him, the grey, and the golden. After a few moments she shuffles her hooves back beneath her but they slide one more time. Before she lands upon her stomach once more, the girl pulls her legs back in, finally gathering them beneath her enough to stand. For a few beats of her heart, that's all the girl does. As her eyes fall back on the golden one, she sees something wet coming from his soft eyes - even though she doesn't understand what it is, it makes her feel uneasy. She moves herself closer, unsteady though gaining confidence, to join the rest of the group. She settles in beside the golden one, standing as close to his right side as she can in the hope that her presence beside him would slow the flow of liquid from his eyes. Yet all she can do is simply observe the scene before her, her short curly tail flicking lightly behind her.
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