Nalia eagerly offered to take Roseen to a grotto, but before the sooty mare could accept, Breckin decided against it. Instead, she politely explained how Roseen has traveled enough and that a closer place would be best. And, there was no argument on the matter. Breckin‘s words were obeyed instantly as she began leading the way. Her heart warmed at the mare’s thoughtfulness, even though the place they were headed may not have had the privacy as the grotto. But privacy didn’t really matter to Roseen. As long as she could rest, she was happy.
“Thank you for your help, both of you,” she said with a sincere smile. But she couldn’t help wondering if Breckin would be so kind if she knew about her foal. The idea made her smile sadden a little, but she refused to allow herself to be distracted by her feelings. Right now, she needed to worry about her foal. She could worry about Breckin later on. And so she followed the mare and filly, at first taking firm strides as her determination returned. But an intense pain in her belly caused her posture to break, and she winced. It seemed the pains were getting worse. She needed to hurry.
Regaining her posture, all the while doing her best to try hiding the pain she was in, she picked up the pace until she caught up with Breckin and Nalia. Sighing heavily once she reached a good resting place, she sunk to the ground and lied down on her side. Her legs ached from her travels, her eyes heavy, breath swift and a little unsteady, as the pain in her belly gradually worsened. Had she overdone it? She wished she hadn’t traveled so much and took more time to rest. Then perhaps she wouldn’t be in such pain. But if that wasn’t the cause, then perhaps it was about time.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Breckin spoke. One ear lifted and swung to face the mare, her eyes opening a little to see her standing watch close by. She smiled softly, “Ah, yes. I would love that.” Her voice was becoming breathless, her breathing quickening even more. Before she could add anymore to her words, the worst kind of pain hit her.
Tightness in her abdomen, as well as dull pains signified the beginning of her labour. The pain came in wave-like motions, working their way down her body as she tried to help her foal escape her womb. It was a difficult process, one that took lots of determination and patience for her to get through. The whole ordeal left her breath depleted, leaving her far more exhausted than she already had been. But it was a rewarding experience, for her foal was finally born.
She raised her head to lay her eyes on the foal for the first time. A colt, with the blood of drafts running through his veins which gave him a more stocky build. Obviously something he got from his father. His mane and tail were white, his coat sooty like hers, but with silver bay coloring. She wondered if it made it easier to figure our who his father was, but either way, she loved him. Her heart was warmer than it ever had been before, her joy almost overwhelming her to the point of tears. She gently nuzzled his little figure, eyes full of motherly love. Already, she knew what to name him. “Thorgal,” she whispered softly, causing his ears to raise as his eyes open to reveal his brown pupils.
Then, she finally turned back to look at Breckin and Nalia. “Actually, is it alright if we stay here for a while in Nerine? I don’t mind joining, if that’s what it takes. I need a good place to raise him,” she suddenly asked. Roseen was grateful they had been there with her during the birth. She felt she would be able to get through anything as long as they were there at her side as friends. However long that would last. But if they refused her, then she supposed she would have to find a home elsewhere.
Whatever happens, she’ll find a way to get through it all and make things work.
@[Breckin] @[Nalia] I’m not real good at births O~O