in the morning when I wake and the sun is coming through,oh you fill my lungs with sweetness and my head is filled with you
As spring finally comes, her anxiety and worry grows. She doesn’t speak of it to anyone but starts to spend a bit more time alone in the woods, away from the others. She feels flustered since Ramiel had stared at her stomach, she could sense that perhaps he wasn’t pleased about her pregnancy but wasn’t sure why. She also wasn’t sure why she felt so ashamed by the way he felt. It wasn’t as if she was in love with Atrox or that she could really even recall how it came about. However, despite the anxiety and fear, she was excited for her child. She just wasn’t sure what to expect. There was no mother for her to turn too in her time of need with all the unanswered questions she had. There was no memory to recall on how she was raised. She was completely on her own with this.
When the contractions start, they frighten her and she groans softly as she slides down against the rough bark of a nearby tree. Her legs fold beneath her and sweat breaks out on her snowy coat. Blue eyes are wide and filled with panic but she breathes deep, trying her best to be calm. This is what’s suppose to happen, she thinks. Closing her eyes, she does her best to let instinct take over and trust wholeheartedly in that. Labor is quicker than she thought, in no time at all she is pushing the foal from her body. It slips easily into the world and then suddenly she feels empty. Arching her neck as she turns to look behind her, a tumultuous ocean storming in the blue of her iris’s as she worries about the child. Was it alive? Was it all in one piece?
Shakily standing and feeling out of sorts, almost in a daze as the world is hazy around her, she licks the child clean and finally starts to smile. Relieved, the foal seems to be perfectly fine. It whiskers softly to her as it looks up to her with silver eyes, it’s smokey black coat glistening where the sun peeks out from the trees. Most of all she is excited to see that she has given birth to a little girl. And a determined one at that, already trying to find it’s hooves and stand beside her. When she finally manages to stand on quivering limbs and suckle, such an odd sensation, the white mare is filled with overpowering warmth and she nuzzles the little girl affectionately. ”Ciri.” She whispers softly to her. ”My little Ciri.”
Soliel
can i be close to you