While the days have grown longer and warmer, her newborn daughter grows steadily. Shaky at first as all little foals would be, she would follow Ilma around like a shadow - indeed like a shadow, for the white winged mare had a black, winged daughter now (even if Ilma suspected the girl might grey like both her parents). Ilma loved her little shadow of course; but she'd left her sleeping in a safe spot this morning, since that was apparently the only cycle; eat-play-sleep like a dead animal. She was still within sight, should anything happen, but for the moment the white mare appeared to be alone. Still a little tired from the birth and the sudden burden of constantly watching over the baby, to make sure she stayed safe, didn't break a leg, didn't get eaten and stuff like that - Ilma walked to the nearest creek for a refreshing drink. The water was still cold to the touch, coming from the mountain a bit higher up. There was still snow up there, and she didn't think to travel there any time soon, no matter the view. When she's near to a brain-freeze, she stops and turns half-away from the water. It is a good resting spot, but she still wants to keep an eye on the bush where she left her little star sleeping while she enjoys the quiet to eat. She rustles her feathers to make herself more comfortable, and bows her head to take a bite of the fresh spring grass. She's too occupied with her newborn to notice the stallion who's actually, not too far away. |
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Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time