Esther

I have been holding closer to the Basin as of late, since my trip to the Deep Forest at least. It is not because I am afraid of the outside world, but simply because over the last few months my sides have widened out. I know the signs, I am just not used to them happening to me. My time with Déodat may not of been the wisest choice, since I am rather new to the herd... But that is to late to worry about now. I will have to train as a soldier later... Which I am sure will have the General angry... I am foolish to be knocked up this soon. But that is no matter now. What is done is done. I am to be a mother and my Corporal a father. Oh the irony. Our child will be the child of warriors. This is something I never could of imagined. I am grateful for the darkness and depth of my cave home. It has allowed me to hide for weeks now, only leaving to graze. I have to keep my strength up after all. As my sides have grown, the movement inside is the other give away about my condition. Over the last few weeks I have been kicked many times over by tiny hooves.

OH OUCH! What the hell is this?! I drop my head low as agonizing pain grips my frame. OH BLOODY HELL THIS HURTS! What in the hell have I gotten myself into? I begin to breath heavily, as the realization of what is happening hits me. It's time for our child to arrive. I have not told Déodat that he will be a father, and to be honest he has not come to check in on me either. Guess I will be doing this alone. I drop to my knees first, and then onto my side. I am thankful for the space in this cave as I grunt in pain. I throw my head back in pain, my horn narrowly missing the side of the cave. It would do me no good to break my horn while I am giving birth.

Hours have passed, but I am finally through. At my rear lays a small foal. It is blood bay in color, much like Déodat is. I can not help but smile. Marking the blood bay coat is a white marking that trails down it's back and out over it's hips and outlined in pink. I can only hope for the child's sake is that it is a girl. Carefully I move to stand and turn. My legs are shaky after the hours I have spent bringing this child into the world. I begin to clean my child, and indeed discover that it is a girl. A daughter. I smile, nosing the little one gently. Not only my daughter, but my princess. My little warrior princess. She is destined for greatness. I mean, just look at who her parents are. "Welcome to the world, Mirabella." My princess, my wonderful, incredible beauty.

"Talking"

Open to all!

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The sounds echo over to her ears, the doe raises her golden eyes to the caves that are indented in the side of The Basin. Out hunting for Wynter, Arah could only assume that the little brat had flown out this far. The bond was always present and she could use it to find the missing griffin in a instant, but the doe knew Wynter was hunting and wished to respect her boundaries. However these noises is now what holds Arah's inquisitive attention, peering into a cave the Impersonator studies the sight before her with a passive expression. The evidence of birth was overwhelming, and even before she spotted the blood coloured foal, Arah quietly moved into the mouth of the cave. Three months ago Asch and Arwen had been born, so the doe was well aware of what the newly made mother must be feeling. A noise beside her alerted her of Wynter's timely arrival. The female may want a healer and unless the mother had already sent away a companion, Wynter could get Lena. Clearing her throat and stepping in to cave, the sliver doe offered the mother a small smile. "Congratulations." Her eyes floated down to the pink tipped child, watching as she fights to stand. At first the girl topples down onto the floor, but the youngster is determined and finally forces her legs to submit.

Wynter sends feelings on boredom through the bond, she has no interest in the child and wants to continue hunting. Turing to shoot the griffin a glare the doe gives her a single command through clenched teeth. "Fanacht." Through the bond Arah felt annoyance at the command to stay, yet she is impressed at how quickly the griffin had picked up celtic. It was the only language Wynter knew or paid any mind too; this had been Arah's intention. Turing back to the mother with an apologetic smile, the Impersonator's hymn carried gently through the cave. "My name is Arah and this is Wynter." Glancing towards the child that had been named 'Mirabella', the ivory doe was glad to see that the child had an appetite. "I can send Wynter to try and find a healer if you wish? I found that after birthing my twin girls, Lena's abilities allowed me to enjoy their birth more." If the new mother did not wish to have a healer sought out and brought back to her, Wynter would be able to go and hunt. The griffin understood that she was being kept around for a reason, the impatience grew with every passing second. 'Such a brat.'

Watching Mirabella feed again, made Arah pine for the days when her girls had solely depend on her. They had began their weaning process, still relying on her for the majority of food but also starting to survive on other means of fuel. It was shocking too see just how quickly the young girls had grown, however after what had happened to them in The Regime's clutches..well Arah shouldn't be surprised at all. Both Arwen and Asch had their childhood robbed from them, hopefully Mirabella would never experience what her daughters had. The Impersonator kept these emotions off of her face, keeping the small smile in place so she did not dampen the mood. Birth was a beautiful thing after all but inside, she worried about the future of this little foal. It was a harsh world outside The Basin.