The Devil's Advocate's black flame of a heart seemed to have been smuthered lately. Her stomach grew bigger and bigger, and the foal was there to remind her there was going to be a light for her soon. She spent time away from Knox after witnessing Faelon's defeat and imprisonment. He had taken his freedom for her, and it was something that warmed her heart later. She'd have to thank her only true friend for his sacfrice later. Now was the time she wished be alone as normal. Refuge during him imprisonment was taken along a rocky outcrop; she'd yet to see someone come across her, but why would they be looking for a pregnant prisoner that would lash out at the first sight of another soul?
Days and Nights swept in and out like the weather, moving either slow or fast. As the last of the leaves fell in Orangemoon, and the snowflakes began to fall as Frostfall began, she began to worry as of the birth of child during snow. Only the night before had the snow been heavy enough to stick. The next night, as the Crescent Moon swung across the sky and the stars gave no light, was the night the first contraction began. It was not sudden as she had expected to be, but slow and steady. Pain was enough to bare with as another one followed afterwards, and she let herself wander away from the rest. They dare come upon the spotted mare now, may the God's have favour in them for she would sure curse death upon their damned souls.
It had been at one point that she fell to her knees and laid to her side, and relaxed herself as the Moon shone light upon her. Pale blue eyes stayed locked upon the Moon as it moved through the sky rising from one side and then falling to the other. Each contraction she felt, every little thing her body did to move her child to the air. She never let a sound fall from her no matter the amount of the pain. It would bring unwanted attention to her.
The Moon had begun to fall behind the Mountains that this land began did she feel the last of the big contractions end, and then after waiting thirty seconds, did she notice that the contractions had ended completely. Her head and neck nose before she could bring herself to lie at a more comfortable position. One sigh broke the silence before she could turn to look at what had been brought into the world. She'd asked for a girl, if anything. It kept her hopes up at the thought of a daughter to bring to the Assassins after her escape. Soon she'd find someone to run a message to Tonka, and allow him to announce to her group that a new member had been added, and that it was her proud child. Also that at some point the pair would return to them.
Her eyesight caught the first sign of movement towards her hind legs, and as she was able to dare herself to her black hooves, careful not to injure her child in anyway, was she allowed the first sight of her precious child. Snow touched the foal and it worried her, and as she brushed her muzzle over her child's body, cleaning her and encouraging it to stand, did she take the first scent of her child. It smelled of a filly, and she was for once in her life, over-joyed. Pulling her head up as her black mane ran over the child's body, did she observe her child.
The filly was like it's father, an amber champagne. A pair of eyes to match her own were there in the foal's skull, gray flecks within them. A mother's first worrysome thought comes across her and she wonders if the child might have issues with it's sight. It is ignored as she catches the first unique thing to filly.
Mounted between her eyes, a straight horn is there, blowing a blue to match the eyes. It amazes Adrixaura, for as she had only been in this place for a short time, that her child have a horn that glowed. She looks to the mane and tail, and at the top of the tail is a blue circular marking that slips into the tail to make the base hairs a dark blue. She smiles. The child is worthy enough of her, and is enough to make her proud before the foal has even learned to stand.
Again, as if to plead with her child, does she beg her child to stand as she pushes her muzzle into the foal's side, attempting to slide it under the filly's stomach to push her up. Oh, please get up. Please. Don't do this to me. You're only seconds old and the snow will kill you if you're in it too long. It comes across her that the child lacks a name as she worries like a first time mother. She searches through the piles of thoughts that over the months that were to be the foal's beloved name. She's find the perfect one, one her step-father had once wanted to name his next child. Sikeax. A smile comes forth from the spotted mare, and she prepares herself for what will be the most important thing her child's life. The ceremony of receiving a name worthy of her beauty.
"Oh, you're almost too beautiful to be my own child. A name worthy of your beauty is one that has been special to me and my family for sometime, and it shall be placed upon you as the greatest gift you shall ever receive. Sikeax. Now, my little Sia, get to your hooves and join me. The snow is too cold for you."
This is a rare time for her to ever be kind and wishful to another beinging. No one else would ever receive this treatment, and as the first snowflake fell in that night, did she really notice what had happened. As a prisoner, she'd given birth in a jail. And her guard was the one who attempted to bride her into giving the foal to live in this awful place. For as much as her foal meaned to her, she wasn't going to allow him to take another blow to her like that. As of this moment, she'd fight with what strength she had to raise her child and leave with Sikeax by her side to the safety of the Assassins. Whether Knox wanted her to or not.
Given her moment with her child, there was a spark to ignite the black flame within her chest. It burned like the depths of hell, and finally, the Devil's Advocate her power returned.

OOC: Adri baby time! Yay! Anyone can post before Sikeax as I'm waiting her rank change.