06-16-2016, 10:33 PM
She’d noticed the pregnancy pretty quickly. It is after all, a rather noticeable thing when your male lover’s belly starts swelling with child. But, despite her initial shock (and a little explaining from Weir), she’d taken their new situation in stride.
That said, she’s still a little nervous about the whole situation. Weir, well, doesn’t exactly have the right parts for pregnancy and birth, and she can’t help but be nervous about that little fact. Without the right parts … it seems to her that something could easily go wrong. So when she notices that she hasn’t seen Weir in a few hours, she immediately starts to worry.
She rushes about the Dale madly for a few minutes, desperately to find any sign of her love. And finally, when she’s about to truly panic, she catches the scent. Weir!
She follows the trail as quickly as she can, and after a few minutes … there he is. Or at least, there’s a massive pile of snow in an otherwise green meadow. Which can only mean Weir.
She steps forward, and manages to catch sight of the stallion’s outline under the snow. He’s alive and clearly at least somewhat well - the snow wouldn’t be present otherwise. And then her eyes fall upon a little roan colt poking out of the snow. “Oh!” She takes a step towards the colt, before finally noticing that she’s been beaten there by someone else - Phaedrus.
She pauses, bobbing her head shyly to the blue and black stallion. “Hello Phaedrus.” She doesn’t know him well, in fact she barely knows him at all, beyond seeing him at meetings and discussing the possibility of his training Graeme with Weir. But she can’t let her shyness get the better of her now - Weir and the foal might need her.
Gathering her power, she brushes the snow off of Weir and the child - normally it would be difficult for her as Weir’s power is stronger, but in his unconscious state it’s easy. And then she’s in for a surprise.
There’s a second foal, a little black filly. It must have been hidden under the snow.
Twins?!
She rushes forward, checking the girl. Despite her time spent under the snow, she seems healthy and warm. Satisfied that the girl is alright, Eira finally turns her attention to Weir, who now that she’s close, appears to be sleeping. She snorts, and nudges at him with her muzzle. She understands why he’s tired, but now is not the time to be sleeping. “Wake up sleepy head. There are some little ones here that need you.”
That said, she’s still a little nervous about the whole situation. Weir, well, doesn’t exactly have the right parts for pregnancy and birth, and she can’t help but be nervous about that little fact. Without the right parts … it seems to her that something could easily go wrong. So when she notices that she hasn’t seen Weir in a few hours, she immediately starts to worry.
She rushes about the Dale madly for a few minutes, desperately to find any sign of her love. And finally, when she’s about to truly panic, she catches the scent. Weir!
She follows the trail as quickly as she can, and after a few minutes … there he is. Or at least, there’s a massive pile of snow in an otherwise green meadow. Which can only mean Weir.
She steps forward, and manages to catch sight of the stallion’s outline under the snow. He’s alive and clearly at least somewhat well - the snow wouldn’t be present otherwise. And then her eyes fall upon a little roan colt poking out of the snow. “Oh!” She takes a step towards the colt, before finally noticing that she’s been beaten there by someone else - Phaedrus.
She pauses, bobbing her head shyly to the blue and black stallion. “Hello Phaedrus.” She doesn’t know him well, in fact she barely knows him at all, beyond seeing him at meetings and discussing the possibility of his training Graeme with Weir. But she can’t let her shyness get the better of her now - Weir and the foal might need her.
Gathering her power, she brushes the snow off of Weir and the child - normally it would be difficult for her as Weir’s power is stronger, but in his unconscious state it’s easy. And then she’s in for a surprise.
There’s a second foal, a little black filly. It must have been hidden under the snow.
Twins?!
She rushes forward, checking the girl. Despite her time spent under the snow, she seems healthy and warm. Satisfied that the girl is alright, Eira finally turns her attention to Weir, who now that she’s close, appears to be sleeping. She snorts, and nudges at him with her muzzle. She understands why he’s tired, but now is not the time to be sleeping. “Wake up sleepy head. There are some little ones here that need you.”
EIRA
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