Post by Patch on May 20, 2009 18:33:36 GMT -5
I smiled to myself as I walked across the heart of the land. In spring Elixar Grove would be born again, with shrubs and trees and sunshine coming back after all this while without them. And the foals would come along too. A rush of gladness came upon me; one of them would be mine by that time, God willing. I stopped dead in my tracks and let out a scream when several pains attacked my stomach. The foal! I realized. It was coming.
---30 minutes later---
I opened my eyes to the world around me. It was difficult to make out this new world; everything looked a bit unclear. A gust of wind tore at me and I shrank away. Gray orbs instinctively looked behind, towards Mother, to make sure she was there to save me. She was on the ground, panting.
Skinny silver buckskin legs tried to straighten out, tried to rise up, but they couldn't even twitch, being so tired.
I gazed back at my daughter affectionately. How adorable she was, with eyes like mine. Thin, and too weak to stand up, but I loved her anyway. A thought popped into my head: the filly came too early. She would have problems later on. Another thought: my daughter needed a name. Gray eyes looked her over again. Xanadu. That fit her. A smile crept on my features.
The third thought came, but it wasn't good. There was a salty taste in my mouth from thirst. I licked at the snow desperately. Water is needed! Water is needed! Water is needed! the words rang in my head over and over while tongue lapped at powder.
---30 minutes later---
I opened my eyes to the world around me. It was difficult to make out this new world; everything looked a bit unclear. A gust of wind tore at me and I shrank away. Gray orbs instinctively looked behind, towards Mother, to make sure she was there to save me. She was on the ground, panting.
Skinny silver buckskin legs tried to straighten out, tried to rise up, but they couldn't even twitch, being so tired.
I gazed back at my daughter affectionately. How adorable she was, with eyes like mine. Thin, and too weak to stand up, but I loved her anyway. A thought popped into my head: the filly came too early. She would have problems later on. Another thought: my daughter needed a name. Gray eyes looked her over again. Xanadu. That fit her. A smile crept on my features.
The third thought came, but it wasn't good. There was a salty taste in my mouth from thirst. I licked at the snow desperately. Water is needed! Water is needed! Water is needed! the words rang in my head over and over while tongue lapped at powder.
