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08-24-2013, 01:34 AM
Satisfied that she wouldn't have the mouthy Tonka interrupting and disturbing her while she tended her most unwilling patient, Smoke turned her attention fully upon Chemical with an amused chuckle.
"I thought that perhaps you'd be reassured to have someone experienced in being in your current position letting you know that you're going through an entirely normal experience." Dipping her muzzle to rest lightly on the pegasus' swollen side, Smoke waited and counted, then nodded to herself. "Yes, two. You shouldn't fight it, dear. Your body knows what to do, even if you don't. Your ancestors did this countless times, and the steps are written into the fibre of your being."
Slipping back into the gentle singsong adopted normally when soothing foals, she continued to speak. "Relax. Focus on the contractions, the waves of pain. Find the rhythym, and follow it. Push your child out. Feel how they move as they pass out. Front feet first, then head, then shoulders. We'll know if it takes after mother or father then. Then rest for a moment, before a last big push and the child with slip right out. Then we'll know if your firstborn is a colt or a filly. Then you can rest for a while as the second child is ushered into place, then you repeat the process. Easy. Simple. Messy, yes. But it won't take long. Ready? Now remember to breathe, and push..." Such was the calming mantra she murmured to Chemical, certain that the dark mare would have no problems in taking over the beat once her mind quieted and she settled into the business at hand of giving birth.
((Time warp at will, my dear. <3))
"I thought that perhaps you'd be reassured to have someone experienced in being in your current position letting you know that you're going through an entirely normal experience." Dipping her muzzle to rest lightly on the pegasus' swollen side, Smoke waited and counted, then nodded to herself. "Yes, two. You shouldn't fight it, dear. Your body knows what to do, even if you don't. Your ancestors did this countless times, and the steps are written into the fibre of your being."
Slipping back into the gentle singsong adopted normally when soothing foals, she continued to speak. "Relax. Focus on the contractions, the waves of pain. Find the rhythym, and follow it. Push your child out. Feel how they move as they pass out. Front feet first, then head, then shoulders. We'll know if it takes after mother or father then. Then rest for a moment, before a last big push and the child with slip right out. Then we'll know if your firstborn is a colt or a filly. Then you can rest for a while as the second child is ushered into place, then you repeat the process. Easy. Simple. Messy, yes. But it won't take long. Ready? Now remember to breathe, and push..." Such was the calming mantra she murmured to Chemical, certain that the dark mare would have no problems in taking over the beat once her mind quieted and she settled into the business at hand of giving birth.
((Time warp at will, my dear. <3))
