[open] Better | Birthing

[Rhysand]

The voice came out of nowhere, a strong and reassuring tone to it.

Who ever it was wanted to know where his mother was. 

Where was she?

His head rose weakly, muzzle breaking through the canopy of grass to peer out at the stallion. He stretched out for him, maybe this was his father? Maybe.... He found himself afraid to tell the stallion that his mother was gone. Yet he was still unable to grasp the fact that she had left him. He was still afraid to admit that he was an orphan.

Though with the stallion's identity unknown, maybe he wasn't. This could be his father or someone who knew where to find his parents? 

The boy struggled to stand, giving up after two failed tries. He wanted to go to the stallion, to seek a home in his arms, or to be comforted in some way.

"I don't know where my mother is."

His voice was a hushed whisper, one on the brink of breaking. Hoarse from his cries moments before.