AND THE MOME RATHS OUTGRABE
It goes without saying really, that Sarkis followed her Mother and the others to the Falls.
The young roan filly follows closely all those that depart. Those bigger and stronger, ones that could support her Mother’s weight. She might try to help but she would more likely just get in the way. She settles instead for soft calls to her Dam, sounds of comfort and love as the group progresses, leaving the comfort and familiarity of the Jungle.
She never realized just how little she knew of the world outside the home of the Amazons. In truth the young girl had only made a single trip to the Meadow, and she found it neither friendly nor welcoming. She had stuck to what she knew since then, the burning heat and humidity of the lush Jungle. As the embarked she watched the landscape change, the overflowing amount of plant life trickling away to a more sparse (to her) scenery. The temperature changed significantly as well, a tepid, less choking atmosphere was held here at the place the others called the ‘Falls’.
Sarkis isn’t sure what to expect when her Mother’s ailing body is coaxed into the healing waters. Her first thought was some magnificent display, something that truly was magical, a spectacle. All is less amazing than that, a more subdued magic that the girl does not fully understand. Perhaps someone would have first thought to have ‘the talk’ with the child, before she witnessed such things as child birth. But-sometimes things just don’t go according to plan, or how one thinks they should. It is with wide eyes that she witnesses the birth of her sibling, her Mother’s sides heaving and twisting in ways she can not imagine. The infant slipping from the place between her Dam’s legs, and the entire thing frightens her, how is that even possible? A dark form slips into the water, landing with a splash and her Mother makes quick work to…eat that? She was too shocked to lose her stomach but she would have otherwise, disgusted by the event. She wasn’t sure she could ever do any of that, not sure at all.
Soon, her Mother’s eyes are blazing demanding to know where Volcan is. Volcan? ”I-I..dont know Mother.” She manages to sputter back at Scorch, unsure really of what to say or how to respond to that question. Of how to respond to the state Scorch is currently in, nothing like her usual self.