It's gotta be a cloudy day
Time seemed to move quickly now, a day was hardly long enough to spend time with the quickly growing colt. Within a couple hours the child was born, standing and eating. It only took a few more hours before he was awkwardly moving about and trying to play. Months later the spindly gold sapling was feeling fairly confident on 4 pillars, galloping about and kicking up his heals. Exuding innocence and happiness, sheer joy to be alive, it was a beautiful thing to witness. The saviour to it’s mother, giving her life and meaning to the darkness.
The palomino mare was grazing in the shade of a large evergreen when the call reached her thick ears. Baby Cicero stopped in his tracks facing the direction of the sound and squealed back in response. A weak, high pitched noise. His mother smiled, gave him a little nudge and eagerly but slowly made her way towards her old friend, the colt glued to her shoulder.
It had been too long, although perfectly understandable given the circumstances. After the attack, Ashara had hidden within the safety of the kingdom, alone except for Jedi, full of shame, worry and anger. The birth had changed her around, the love for her miniature version healed a lot of the emotional trauma. Although she would never be the same, or be as trusting, if it wasn’t for the wee one she’d be a lot worse. There was a permanent smile etched across her dark maw, adoration and pride in amber eyes. There was also fear and protectiveness too, keeping him close and safe the utmost priority.
When within touching distance, the golden vixen nickered to the salmon pointed friend, and reached out her nose to the others. “Ygritte, so nice to see you.” Her gaze soon shifted to the beautifully coloured filly. “Hello there.” Her voice warm towards the little one before turning her attention back to the bay mother. “She’s beautiful! And how have you been?”
The honey-hued boy was quite intrigued with the strangers, more so the pink and ebony spotted girl. He stared rudely from brown doe-eyes, his head held high. Purple streaked flaxen scruff of a tail swishing uselessly at airborne pests.