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what am I fighting for? birthing, any - Morigan - 06-01-2016 Morigan WHAT AM I FIGHTING FOR? THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE. FOR ALL THESE WORDS I SING, DO YOU FEEL ANYTHING? God this pregnancy has been taxing. It had been normal at first, just as it had been with Merida. Her belly had started to grow, her appetite had grown and her ankles had begun to swell, though thankfully only a little. It had seemed like it was going to be a perfectly ordinary pregnancy. But then her belly had just kept on growing. At this point, so close to her due date, she feels like a whale. She’s been keeping to herself again, spending her days waddling in and amongst the trees on the northern side of the creek. As lovely as Anahi has been to her, she just feels awkward in company these days. Especially her daughter’s unfortunately. Merida is growing by the day, and at a year old, Morigan can see the makings of a beautiful young mare already. Merida is going to be a handful, not that she isn’t already. The girl is always off on some adventure or other, dashing about as quickly as her legs can carry her. A little hard for an overly pregnant mare to keep up with. She’s deep in the quietest part of the woods when the labour pains first hit her. She barely has time to find a hollow to lie down in before instinct takes over. The whole process is long and painful, far more so than it had been with Merida. But, eventually, it’s over. And twin colts are lying at her side. With a loud groan she forces herself up onto her feet, and wobbles over to the boys to start cleaning them off. She’d started to suspect twins, what with the size of her belly, but to actually have them there, lying in front of her … It’s a little overwhelming. But surprisingly, she’s not worried. She has Archam, and Merida, and even Anahi. If she has trouble keeping up with the two of them, she’s sure she’ll have help from her new little family. As she cleans, she’s unsurprised to find a few splashes of purple on one of the boy’s coats - clearly her genes are showing through. But, she is surprised to find a small horn spiralling out of the other boy’s head. How odd. Neither she nor Archam have horns … perhaps some vestige of magical blood in their ancestry has been passed down? No matter though, both of them appear to be healthy, and that’s the important thing. When both of the boys are clean she gives each of them a little nudge and steps back, hoping that the both of them will be quick to their feet. She takes a quick glance at the surrounding trees, before returning her gaze to the twins. She hopes Archam will be able to find them here in the thick of the woods. SAID I'M OKAY, BUT I KNOW HOW TO LIE. YOU WERE ALL THAT I HAD, YOU WERE DELICATE AND HARD TO FIND. RE: what am I fighting for? birthing, any - Archam - 06-02-2016 Archam RE: what am I fighting for? birthing, any - Morigan - 06-08-2016 Morigan WHAT AM I FIGHTING FOR? THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE. FOR ALL THESE WORDS I SING, DO YOU FEEL ANYTHING? And then without warning, Archam is there. The roaned stallion slips quietly through the trees, eyes fastened on the two boys before him. Morigan smiles at the look on his face. She can’t blame him for momentarily having eyes only for them - the boys are beautiful, the both of them, beautiful and healthy. She sees his eyes linger on the bay boy’s points, and on the spotted boy’s horn, then finally on herself. He seems quite surprised about the horn as well … it’s probably from her own ancestry then. Which makes sense, if she thinks about it. Her mother had been made entirely of ice, and her father … well, she knows nothing of her father besides the fact that he’d been a bastard, but it’s quite possible that he’d had magical blood too. Funny how these things are coming out of the woodwork now. She crams the thought of her nameless father into the back of her mind as Archam steps up to her, dark muzzle trailing against softly against her neck. She smiles and returns the gesture, nudging softly at his speckled shoulder. “Thank you.” Her brown eyes follow his gaze to the twins as they investigate their new surroundings, and she can’t help but smile. Yes, the two of them had been quite the surprise, but she wouldn’t wish it any other way. “I wondered if you might want the honour of naming them?” She’s bandied about a few names, but she’d had the chance to name her first, to name Merida, and if the boys’ father wants the chance to name them, she truly does not mind. SAID I'M OKAY, BUT I KNOW HOW TO LIE. YOU WERE ALL THAT I HAD, YOU WERE DELICATE AND HARD TO FIND. RE: what am I fighting for? birthing, any - Archam - 06-09-2016 Archam @[Morigan] RE: what am I fighting for? birthing, any - Morigan - 06-18-2016 Morigan WHAT AM I FIGHTING FOR? THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE. FOR ALL THESE WORDS I SING, DO YOU FEEL ANYTHING? Archam seems quite touched when she offers to let him name the boys, and she’s instantly glad that she’d given him the option. He’s shown both her and Merida great kindness while staying living here, and it’s nice to be able to return that kindness in this small way. She returns the soft nuzzle that he gives her, and her eyes follow as he turns his gaze back to their sons. As they watch, both boys decide to test out their new legs, pushing up against each other as they attempt to defy gravity. Every so slowly they rise to their feet - the purple tipped colt stumbling once - until finally they stand on shaky new legs, staring at their patient parents. Then, far faster than she expected, they wobble over and begin drinking their fill of her fresh, warm milk. Archam watches them, face full of what she can only describe as fatherly love and pride. It warms her heart to see it there, and it makes her wonder for one brief moment, what her life would’ve been like if she’d had a caring, present father like Archam. But now is not the time for such thoughts. She listens carefully as Archam thinks for a moment, then names both of the boys. She smiles broadly at him, then turns to look back at the boys as they drink. “I think they’re perfect.” Perfect indeed. SAID I'M OKAY, BUT I KNOW HOW TO LIE. YOU WERE ALL THAT I HAD, YOU WERE DELICATE AND HARD TO FIND. |