peel away the layers till you're nothing and no one; birthing, any

[Kirke]

peel away the layers till you're nothing and no one

Her nerves surrounding the birth have been growing all winter. 

She’d begged her father desperately to find her a stallion worthy of carrying on the family line. After the birth of Potion’s gifted daughter Ecco, Kirke’s jealousy of her favoured sister had grown exponentially. She’d wanted the chance to prove her worthiness too, she’d wanted to have her own chance at producing her own heir to Khaos. 

But now that the date is approaching, she’s full of questions and anxieties. She knows about birth, she’s seen her mother give birth twice after all. But she’s never done this herself before … what if something goes wrong?

And what if the child turns out to be completely normal? Or even worse, defected … 

Her fears toy with her right up until the moment that the child slips out of her and onto the damp grass. But the moment she sees the foal, everything is right. 

A handsome little colt lies before her, tinted light purple with a magenta ombre on his nose, legs, and the tips of his mane and tail - a clear sign of Kirin’s genes living on in the boy. And, most wonderfully of all, his purple shoulders are topped by a set of lovely feathered purple wings. He’s perfect. 

Kirke rushes to clean off the muck and nudges at the boy to try and urge him to his feet. She can see no defects as of yet, but his attempts to walk will be the real test. That and whether or not he responds to being named (she still remembers when father had discovered Arkane’s deafness, she does not want that for her own son). She reaches down to him again, a soft smile covering her face. “Your name is Chaol.” Her eyes watch his ears closely to see if they react. It would be the worst thing possible for her to have a defected child.

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