06-06-2016, 03:33 PM
If Besra would’ve had the time to spend some quality time with her own mother – and had been willing to talk about the subject – she could’ve been given some advice. When Besra had been born her mother hadn’t been alone, a friend had been close and watching over her. Their situation’s weren’t alike at all, but nonetheless the cobalt blue mare would’ve wanted to watch over her firstborn daughter. And she did. The little bluebird that had sheltered herself in a nearby tree had been around the blue roan and blue haired mare a lot lately. Not intruding in her daughter’s privacy, but there to be the first one to see her granddaughter.
It is in the presence of her mother and grandmother that the winged girl takes her first breath. The sudden cold is the trigger for her lungs to clench, only to relax as they’re filled with air. Small amounts of slime and membrane had accidentally found their way into her nose and mouth, blocking her airway. All it takes to clear them are a few coughs. With the membrane gone the cold is even worse, but the little, wet bundle finds moving much easier. As she lifts her head – still a bit unsteady and disorientated – her gaze moves around, to stop on the black and blue mare.
Unlike her dam, who doesn’t show markings, her own nose is painted black and white and a small dot of navy blue mane on top. The white is still smeared a bit red, just like her four white legs, but that will naturally disappear in a few days time. Gyps’ instincts have her reach out to her dam, who’s nose is still in front of her, and at the same time she produces a shrill sound. Sitting up her gaze soon wanders around again, studying this new and strange environment. The scents, sounds, taste, sight. It is all unfamiliar for her, but the winged girl is only curious, fear isn’t a part of her feelings.
A strange source – call it instinct – causes the drive to get up. She ruffles her wings, both in an exploring matter as well as to move her tense muscles, before moving her front legs. She bends them, placing her legs in front of her, before she tries to push herself off the ground. Of course the first attempt only results with the black filly falling back on the ground again with a thud. A bit confused Gyps looks around her, trying to find the reason for her falling down elsewhere then herself. Once again she stretches out her wings, which are still slimy and wet, to keep them spread a bit when she tries again, using them to balance herself as she stumbles a few steps forward.
By the time she manages keep herself standing (only half an hour had passed since she had started trying) she’s exhausted, but extremely thrilled with herself. Gyps whinnies a bit piteously, trying to voice out her discontent and at the same time eager for some affection. When she takes a few wobbly steps closer to her dam she keeps her wings outstretched, afraid to lose balance again if she would just tuck them at her sides. Eager her nose dips down, searching for the source of food that definitely should be here somewhere.
It is in the presence of her mother and grandmother that the winged girl takes her first breath. The sudden cold is the trigger for her lungs to clench, only to relax as they’re filled with air. Small amounts of slime and membrane had accidentally found their way into her nose and mouth, blocking her airway. All it takes to clear them are a few coughs. With the membrane gone the cold is even worse, but the little, wet bundle finds moving much easier. As she lifts her head – still a bit unsteady and disorientated – her gaze moves around, to stop on the black and blue mare.
Unlike her dam, who doesn’t show markings, her own nose is painted black and white and a small dot of navy blue mane on top. The white is still smeared a bit red, just like her four white legs, but that will naturally disappear in a few days time. Gyps’ instincts have her reach out to her dam, who’s nose is still in front of her, and at the same time she produces a shrill sound. Sitting up her gaze soon wanders around again, studying this new and strange environment. The scents, sounds, taste, sight. It is all unfamiliar for her, but the winged girl is only curious, fear isn’t a part of her feelings.
A strange source – call it instinct – causes the drive to get up. She ruffles her wings, both in an exploring matter as well as to move her tense muscles, before moving her front legs. She bends them, placing her legs in front of her, before she tries to push herself off the ground. Of course the first attempt only results with the black filly falling back on the ground again with a thud. A bit confused Gyps looks around her, trying to find the reason for her falling down elsewhere then herself. Once again she stretches out her wings, which are still slimy and wet, to keep them spread a bit when she tries again, using them to balance herself as she stumbles a few steps forward.
By the time she manages keep herself standing (only half an hour had passed since she had started trying) she’s exhausted, but extremely thrilled with herself. Gyps whinnies a bit piteously, trying to voice out her discontent and at the same time eager for some affection. When she takes a few wobbly steps closer to her dam she keeps her wings outstretched, afraid to lose balance again if she would just tuck them at her sides. Eager her nose dips down, searching for the source of food that definitely should be here somewhere.
Gyps
10 points out of 10.
OOC: Temporary until there is something better to use <3. Newborn babies are alwasy the hardest to write..