[open] Better | Birthing

[Rhysand]

Stars shone through the thick blanket of the night, bathing the boy in a milky white haze.

His mother was gone, only staying long enough to hide him away from the harsh gaze of predators.

His name was a soft whisper on the wind, the word catching and floating into the sky.

Rhysand.

A name given to a colt who's mother was never going to come back for him. A colt who now laid alone, head tucked beneath his lanky legs. Spring offered him comfort, the earth's hands extending to cover him in grass, protecting him from the night's cool breath.

He feebly called out for his mother, petal shaped ears falling against his curved neck. Green eyes opened to search for her, though he knew nothing of what she looked like. He took a look at himself, dark bay mixed with blankets of white. He then looked around himself, grass that protruded from the ground was arranged protectively around him, shoots of it curved over his head.

He lifted his gaze to the sky beyond the canopy, eyes searching the stars. It landed upon the brightest one and stayed there. His head moved to rest against his legs once more, though his gaze stayed on the star until he could stare no more, and sleep over took him.

The night was filled with bursts of sleep and wandering eyes. At times he found himself calling out to a mare he had never met but knew had been his dam. She never came for him, never called for him, and so he gave up now simply calling out for anyone. 

Anyone.