After seeing how pregnant his Glazier was at the herd meeting, The Elephant had kept an eye on Anzanie. Partly due to his friendship with the lovely, splashed mare— but also partly because he had a yearning, a need, to be near foals Waylaid in his Though it was brief, for his attention quickly shifted to the babe that lie in the sands. Concern swelled in him— were the newborn’s nostrils clear of grit? Could it breathe freely? Heavy, ivory hooves carry him quickly, unthinkingly, towards his friend and her new child. Head lowered, seeking to ensure that the golden babe of blue stripes could breathe. The King was not deterred by afterbirth. In fact, he did not even notice it as he neared. Though he halted, worries assuaged, upon seeing the rising sides and ungainly movements of the foal— of the filly, his eyes told him. Finally seeing the protective stance and wary stare of the father (the stripes upon the filly’s neck confirmed his suspicions), he gave him and his arced horns a wide berth to be near his woman and daughter. “She is beautiful, Anzanie,” his deep voice echoed the sentiments of the sire, “Congratulations to you both.” Giant skull dips as warm, lightening blue eyes gaze at the miracle of life in the sands, “Have you a name for her?” |
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