10-26-2015, 07:36 PM
la jeune fille marquée
Minette is never far from the cobalt blue mare. She is fiercely loyal to the girl, and though months have passed since Gryffen has appeared, she stands ready to defend the timid mare against the possible repercussions of Felinae's pregnancy. Through the anxious months they have both waited, forgotten creatures, taking solace in one another's company.
He did show up once, the white wolf. While Minette was alone he took her and placed his third child in her womb. It was a whisper, barely more than a shadow, and then he was gone again. The slight swelling of her stomach is all that shows she did not dream the encounter.
When Felinae moves with intent to the place where Leck was born, Minette follows at a short distance. From experience she knows that while it is comforting to know you are not alone, usually a birthing mare doesn't want anyone too close. The gray mare nickers comfortingly to her friend, doing her best to be the steady rock that she needs. All too well does Minette remember the pangs of childbirth and the terrifying love a mother feels afterwards. Knowing that you are wholly responsible for the life and well being of such a small and fragile creature. It was a ferocity that she feels til this day. Neither distance nor time has dimmed it.
Birthing is a quick process, and with a final push Felinae gives life to a steaming wet bundle. Minette moves forward cautiously, respectfully but does not touch either mother or child.
“A girl. Oh, Fel, she's beautiful. That blue is gorgeous. You must be so proud.” Min nickers softly to the child, and her eyes shine with congratulations. Very quickly, however, she is serious. The mountains are growing colder with each passing day and the depths of winter are upon them. “You must clean her off. It will warm her, and then both of you need to stand. Nursing will keep her strength up and help slow the bleeding in your womb.”
The gray mare takes a step forward and firmly but kindly nudges the new mother. The baby will follow if she sees her maman move. Life will be difficult for this winter child, but Minette has hope that the pair can help the baby thrive.
“Have you thought of a name?”
He did show up once, the white wolf. While Minette was alone he took her and placed his third child in her womb. It was a whisper, barely more than a shadow, and then he was gone again. The slight swelling of her stomach is all that shows she did not dream the encounter.
When Felinae moves with intent to the place where Leck was born, Minette follows at a short distance. From experience she knows that while it is comforting to know you are not alone, usually a birthing mare doesn't want anyone too close. The gray mare nickers comfortingly to her friend, doing her best to be the steady rock that she needs. All too well does Minette remember the pangs of childbirth and the terrifying love a mother feels afterwards. Knowing that you are wholly responsible for the life and well being of such a small and fragile creature. It was a ferocity that she feels til this day. Neither distance nor time has dimmed it.
Birthing is a quick process, and with a final push Felinae gives life to a steaming wet bundle. Minette moves forward cautiously, respectfully but does not touch either mother or child.
“A girl. Oh, Fel, she's beautiful. That blue is gorgeous. You must be so proud.” Min nickers softly to the child, and her eyes shine with congratulations. Very quickly, however, she is serious. The mountains are growing colder with each passing day and the depths of winter are upon them. “You must clean her off. It will warm her, and then both of you need to stand. Nursing will keep her strength up and help slow the bleeding in your womb.”
The gray mare takes a step forward and firmly but kindly nudges the new mother. The baby will follow if she sees her maman move. Life will be difficult for this winter child, but Minette has hope that the pair can help the baby thrive.
“Have you thought of a name?”