the stars in her eyes; birthing--mandan, any

[Ygritte]

Mandan may not realize it but his presence alone gives her strength. He stands watch over the pair as the little filly greedily suckles till she is so milk drunk that falls to the ground in a tiny heap and promptly falls asleep. The adoring eyes of her mother watches over her, burning every loving detail of their perfect foal in her mind. The pink star upon her brow was a telltale sign that the gods of Beqanna had placed a kiss upon the precious filly blessing her.

Ygritte must tear her eyes from the little one almost painstakingly to meet Mandan's own face. It was not that she does not adore her mate but the young woman is in awe of their creation. This tiny, perfect bundle that was fast asleep in a heap of gangly legs with a little dribble of milk on her chin. Ygritte can do everything she can muster to keep her heart bursting from the love she feels for this little girl. Single lobe flicks towards the bay stallion when he inquires as to moving closer and Ygritte nods eagerly, stretching to meet him.

She revels in his touch, his scent revitalizing her exhausted body and she gently touches her lips to his cheek then to neck, nuzzling and nestling in the long black mane (mindful of those handsome horns of course). Moments tick by quietly as she stands there resting against him till he suggests she name their baby. Ygritte pulls back and thinks a moment, pools shifting to the sleeping girl.

"Josselyn."

Dark eyes move to meet the visage of her stallion's, looking for his approval of the name for their daughter.

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