[private] Not All That Glitters is Gold[Birthing-Rou]

[Astelle]

The child had spent what felt like ages in her mother's womb. When the filly finally did come, it was a chilly spring night. She opened her eyes and they were met with a night sky that was still brilliantly shining. That was her first memory - the stars. 

Her second memory was her mother's tongue upon her head, her muzzle tracing the delicate edges of her small frame - solace came in the form of her mother's touch. The filly cooed, staring up at her mother's angular face. Her smile was comforting, and it gave the child the courage to stand on four wobbly, spindly legs. It took several tries, but finally she was able to stand and take a few steps. It was awkward, those legs, but she managed to find her footing. Soon after, she began to search for her mother's breast. It wasn't long before she found it and started to nurse. 

It is only when her mother speaks that the filly realizes they aren't alone. She stops nursing for a moment, looking up at the towering figure before them. Astelle... She listens as he speaks. Our beautiful little star.

Astelle...it was fitting, after all. A star, born on a sparkling night.

@ AuroraElis
@Diable Rouge