Though it is her first time experiencing, she know it are contractions by instinct. The first couple had taken her by surprise, waking her up from her sleep. She’d been alone, which perhaps was a good thing, with nobody to witness the expression upon her features. Easy to say it had not been one of Amorette’s most charming expressions ever.
Then she had expected her child to come soon, but little less had been true. The pre-contractions had lasted a day or two, and it had made those two days one of the most uncomfortable ones in her life thus far. Not knowing what to do with herself, the ebony mare had kept to herself, with the volcano as her base.
It is there where she eventually went down, sheltered and alone. Not that predators were to be found this deep into Tephra, but neither did Amore enjoy a couple to prying eyes.
Sweat cloaks her sides, and every breath is with a slight heave. Most are shallow, but some deep as she’s getting ready to push, again. Never had she known just how physically exhausting it was to birth a child. Oh yes, the fire healer knows it does not happen on its own, but experiencing it first hand is something very, very different.
Soft grunts escape past her lips as the contractions grow worse, now actually giving her the need to push. And so she does. It does not take long before the wet bundle lies behind her. With a soft nicker she sits up, and bends her neck so she can reach toward it, wet golden brown, but Levi’s sabino white is unmistakable there too. But not just Levi’s child. Hérs too.
Right from that moment she feels the motherly love. The bond between mother and child, and nobody to take it from her. Once she gets up – ignoring her own discomfort – Amore quick gets to cleaning him. She nickers softly, murmuring nothing but sweet words to him. Welcome to the world, little one.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
@[J'adore]
Figured that I could write something quickly! <3