Alysanne wasn’t overly proud of her actions, but when she discovered that the worry that drover her after her friend had some grounds - she felt a little better about the whole ‘stalking’ ordeal. After their talk at the beginning of her pregnancy, a closer eye had been kept on Brisa - stealthily, she hoped. Nothing too overprotective but, well, that mothering instinct didn’t apply to just foals. She wanted to make sure that everything went as smoothly as it possibly could.

So when her friend left the Edge close to the end of her pregnancy - notable by those swollen sides - Alysanne and Hemlock followed.

She took her time, meandering - there were plenty of plants to distract her. After all, she was sure that there would be signs. There was some particularly interesting fiddleheads that Hemlock was hopping around among when she heard the pained cry through the woods. Now, she knew that voice! Delayed because she had to try to encourage Hemlock to hop back up onto her head - and he was being horribly, horribly stubborn - she took off as quickly as she could and wove through the trees until she reached her friend.

“Brisa!” And she wasn’t the only one there. There was a stallion, dark and mysterious, offering her some encouragement. “Oh. Hello.” Not the time or place to ask whether this was one of the potential fathers but Alysanne just wanted to use her wings to whack (read: gently encourage) him to step back and give her friend a little room. But Brisa seemed to be accepting his presence so she wouldn’t chase him off like an angry hen just yet.

Mindful of her presence and those around them - a unicorn mare was also there - Alysanne cautiously moved to stand on the other side of Brisa from the dark stallion, whickering soft encouragements to her friend as she fought through the birth. But all that pain was rewarded with a gorgeous little colt! His damp little wings made it fairly obvious that the stallion with them then was not the father and, though Alysanne only had her suspicions on his name, she could not help but feel a tug of sadness for him.

“Oh Brisa he’s beauti-” she didn’t even manage to get it all out before her friend was crying weakly and falling back down. The mare that Alysanne did not know spoke up then, offering encouragement and explaining what was happening. No, nothing was wrong - there were to be twins!

Well, she had to feel a little bad for Brisa as wonderful as she thought the idea was (being a twin herself, she was rather partial). She had been so worried when she just thought it was one foal! But there would be time later to worry about the logistics of caring for two foals and right now Brisa just needed to try to stay calm and get through this last bit. Alysanne’s kind green eyes did not leave the face of her friend and she spoke softly to her now, wishing so badly she could help take away the pain. “You’re doing just great dear, don’t worry about anything else. Just a little bit more and then you’ll be done.”

Hemlock, for his part, offered little more than a disgruntled hoot. The focus of this gathering was not on him, after all, and that was his least favourite type of gathering.