Watcher makes small remarks, about mares' resilience and his sister, but his words are lost and forgotten amidst the struggle of birthing. The hot breath, the pushing, the sweating, the
exertion could make you forget the finer details of a conversation. It is only when she announces she is a mom again that his words begin to stick in her mind instead of entering through one ear and falling out the next immediately after.
It seems you are.
The babe begins to stir from her comfortable resting position. Life moves on, and despite how beautiful the moment was, time won't pause for even a second. No matter how much she wished she could just
stay and take in the beautiful sight of her filly as she poked around the floor curiously with her snout, she had to keep moving. She hauls her body to its feet, getting acclimated to the lightness of her body. She had carried a fully developed fetus in her uterus for far too long, she'd almost forgotten just how light she was. In order to fly, she had to be lightweight. Her bones were hollow, her muscle was lean, her body was aerodynamic. The pregnancy had certainly fucked around with her perfect balance of weight to muscle ratio, but she was no longer pregnant now and it was a huge relief.
Aurelia quietly stepped towards her foal, the nameless newborn writhed excitedly as Aurelia's whiskered muzzle dropped towards her, hovering very close. Aurelia's upper lip stretches towards the foal, wriggling back and forth in gentle nudges as if to say
stand up, just as I have. Responding instantly, the foal tries to position her wobbly, large-kneed legs in a way that will hold her barrel up as she tries to stand forward. Of course, when she heaves forward to stand up she immediately falls. Foals learn the ability to walk in their first hour of life, but it wasn't an instantaneous process. The child releases a sort of disgruntled squeal as she realizes she is back on the floor instead of standing like the golden pegasus. Aurelia simply continues to nudge the child softly.
After a minute or two, the child has attempted to get up again (and was much closer than the first time, but still wasn't able to stand), Aurelia's gaze turns to Watcher. There is kindness and appreciation in her eyes as she looks at the stallion. Perhaps they hadn't exactly gotten off on the right hoof, but he seemed rather pleasant. Aurelia was somewhat worried that she had greatly inconvenienced him by giving birth (after all, not even the child's father could be bothered to be here, he'd vanished after they fucked).
"Thank you," she murmurs softly, truly glad that it had been Watcher here instead of anyone else. Sure, she hardly knew him, but he seemed to be a
good stranger. Lord knows there could've been worse people to be stuck with while giving birth.
Only a few minutes later, the foal has managed to stand. Her legs are spread awkwardly wide and her eyes are big and bright and
fearful but she has somehow managed to hoist her body into a stand position. Her wings, which had been motionless at her flanks, began flapping awkwardly, a surprised look crossing the foal features- a kind of
what the fuck are these look.
"I, uh.. I don't have a name picked out." The confession is mumbled, but still audible. Aurelia wasn't even sure the foal was going to make it, giving it a name would've given Aurelia miles and
miles of hope. Giving the fetus a name would've made it something
real- something that would hurt
so fucking bad had it been lost. She didn't really expect Watcher to suggest names, after all that
should be the mother's job, but Aurelia was unconventional in most ways, naming foals included. She simply said she didn't have a name because
she didn't.
The foal shuffle steps close to Aurelia's side, her small head sliding under her belly in search of her teats, craving colostrum. Though her teats are rather sensitive, she doesn't move away or flinch when the foals lips find them. She curls her head around to the foals, her lips dancing on the foals back, cleaning.
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Floating Key
Birthing Thread for Aei'ith
