like the glow that christens the moon; torrid, kidlets, any

[Marigny]

She stood alongside her twin during her new brother’s birth. Something strange was happening to their mother, and it was comforting having Tamora there. She had begun noticing changes in their mother a few months prior… primarily that their mother’s lovely girlish figure had begun to balloon. She had wanted to discuss it with her sister, but hadn’t been sure the appropriate avenue to comment on their mother’s weight gain.

Maybe she should have. It seemed like her mother was about to explode from being so large. Maybe the two of them could have saved her before she arrived at this state. “Do you know what’s goin’ on?” she quietly whispered to her sister while continuing to stare at their mother. “Should we do something?”

Before long, a small figure slips from their mother’s rear. Marigny’s small ears prick and her nostrils flare in shock. But she turns to her sister and grins, satisfied with her newly gathered knowledge: So THAT’s how new horses get made… you just eat a lot, grow extremely fat, and wait to pop! She must remember to try that someday. Her mother seemed occupied with the new one though, so Marigny reached out to bump her twin into a game of tag instead. Like a good daughter, she’d occupy herself until she and Tamora were beckoned to formally meet their new brother.