It's gotta be a cloudy day
Despite the low energy the honey-hued mother basked in the afterglow, her smile seemed to be permanently stitched that way, and doe-eyed pools filled with love and pride. She was glad the adoptive father liked the name too. A noble name fit for someone who would spend their lives in the kingdom. Perhaps he would follow in her footsteps, have a fierce loyalty to the kingdom. Although Jedi seemed to keep himself from any injury, the possibility still existed for a warrior, therefore Cicero would be encouraged by his mother to be a resident, or at most a diplomat. Can’t have him leaving on his own now, this poor innocent vulnerable baby.
She almost felt bad for not asking the painted stallion for his input in name, it was tradition for mothers to take on that task, mostly because the role of a father was minimal in a herd setting, offering protection to the harem as a whole left little one on one time. But the name had just come to her and appeared so fitting.
With well built thick legs curled beneath her, resting on her left underside, spine still upright, white starred cranium hanging loosely, muzzle barely touching the ground her amber pools closed hardly waiting for a reply. Bulky auricles fluttering towards the sounds of her young as she drifts into a state of half awake, half asleep.
He was a scruffy thing, covered in baby fuzz. Born with adequate muscle definition but lean enough to see his ribs, though that would change quickly on fattening milk. His appendages long and slender except for the knobby joints that looked like knots on a tree limb. Hind legs longer than the fronts splayed out behind, keeping an even topline. Golden covered skull showed a flat nose leading to a dark muzzle and strong round cheekbones topped with long thick ears he’d eventually grow into. His amber eyes curiously and eagerly taking in the world. Little Cicero liked the sound Jedi made, the nicker was comforting and he responded with one of his own. He responded to the nudge, moving away slightly before he realised mother wasn’t coming and with a defiant head shake he awkwardly turned around bounding back towards the resting mare, hopping like a deer in very short strides. He must have thought that was pretty fun and carried on hopping about with unsteady balance and cantering back to the stallion. The commotion didn’t phase his mother, the fact that she could hear him helped her relax deeper into slumber. His movement was choppy, with short strides and quick bursts of energy it would be many hours yet until the little one would be galloping but his desire and instinct to play was how he’d learn and he was certainly starting to feel frisky. As he cantered back towards the watching stag a look of fear crossed his wide eyes moments before colliding with the painted pillars of the stallions, tiny ebony hooves flailing in the air as he toppled over. He seemed unfazed, and unhurt staring up at Jedi from the soft cushion of emerald. He was certainly going to be a constant worry for his protective mother.
[Sorry not much to go on, kinda hard when baby doesn't have much of a personality or speaking yet]