The sun had begun setting on the beautiful day, the day my foal would be born. The red sands sparkled in the late sunset, giving off the heat of the Dragon’s Throat to the chill of the night. I wandered, looking for my ever-growing love. She was pregnant, that I knew, and I was overjoyed. For the first time in my life, I was truly happy, knowing that I was going to start a family, raise her with one that I truly loved. I stomped around, getting antsy. I couldn’t see her, and wondered if she had started to roam too far away from home.

I go to the boarder, looking out beyond the sands, trying to see her form somewhere between the trees. Nothing was in my sight, and I sigh. She must have gone somewhere, but she couldn’t have strayed too far away, being as big as she was. Steps I took down the red hills, moving till I hit the grass. I sniff, finding her scent hidden beneath the shallow dwindling grasses, and I follow it. I take baby steps, sniffing every so often, so I can find her. I move into the woods now, and I know she must be in here somewhere.

I hear I squeal then. I upturn my head, looking around. It was somewhere near by, but no close enough for me to find it off hand. Was it Cherie? Next there is neighing, and I know it to be hers. My eyes go wide, and I panic, running to find the sound, echoing my own neighing to let her know I’m here. Although I don’t know she can’t hear me. In my rush I almost lost my footing, and almost don’t make it in time.

The buckskin mare is on the ground, neighing in pain. Now I understand why. The foal comes out right when I get there, plopping to the ground in a manner that is graceful. Our first thoughts entwine: Is the foal alive? She stumbles over to her, sighing as she says that she is. I stand there, watching her lick our newborn filly, and listen to her call her by her name. I smile, a small one filled with happiness and pride.

I walk over, keeping my head tall, and I walk over quietly as to not startle the foal. I look at Cherie, still seeing tears in her eyes from the pain of her labor, and I nuzzle her. I look at my filly for the first time, and she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Her chestnut body falls over smooth skin, her face parted with a white blaze and glowing black and red eyes on us. I know immediately that I am in love.

“Cherie…she is beautiful. Welcome to the world, my beautiful child. My Aiko Darleane, the most beautiful child I could ever have.” I nuzzle her, kissing her face and simply feeling her small body. I am so happy she is finally here, and I am so proud. “Listen to me. I will love you forever, no matter what. All the way from your beautiful pearl horn to your small cloven red hoofs.” I snuggle her, trying my best to convey my love to her, though I know she probably won’t understand that yet.

I look at Cherie again, and I nuzzle her too. “Tell me, how can I suddenly be surrounded by such beautiful women, when I never knew what to do with one such a long time ago? Get up my sweet love child; it is time to head back home. The night is upon us, and this is not a place for a newborn foal and an exhausted mare.”



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