the cat and the fiddle
It is time for the mare to come out of hiding. She had lost her birthing fat, her body had changed slightly, she felt strange, almost you could say older. But that in and of itself was not the word. For ageless as she was, old was a concept that had engrained itself in her being. This time though there was pain, there was a difference to it, almost that age was taking a physical toll on her.
She would never look the same, her innocence claimed, her body transfomed by the wonderous growth of being a mother. She was experiencing the world as a new being. Finding a new reason for living, protective as she was, she had taken a few weeks of isolation wandering around the meadow until she had found herself on the ground in pain. A new pain, a new life, a new desire blossoming before her very eyes.
Leafy orbs sparkle at the site of such a tiny bundle. Now she understood, now she knew why her mother had been the way she was. Finally for the first time in Hestia's life there was a spark of warmth growing softly inside of her. Yes Fennick had tapped that part of her, but it wasn't until she saw this new child that she fully grasped the world.
Getting up the mare licked the little one clean, nuzzling it in joy encouraging it to learn, whispering sweet nothings in its ears. Eona She whispers to the child, carressing her with her hot breath. She could only hope that the filly would grow with wisdom, and learn with strength. She could only hope for the best for this new creation, but that hope was enough for her. Guiding the child to her source of nutrition the mare decided to take a few months of privacy with her offspring. Maybe it was selfish of her, maybe she should allow Fennick to see the result of their newly developed affection, but she was going to be selfish this time, maybe next time she would allow him to be present for the birthing, but this time. The black creature wanted these few moments to be all hers. No one would understand the need she felt, the nurturing new sensations that were developing.
Finally it comes time for her to return to the Valley, guiding the little one along the way, finally to meet Fennick. With a smile she nugdes him eyes bright with delight and pride She's beautiful She whispers to him rubbing herself into his neck.
Hestia