FAMILIAR BREATH OF MY OLD LIES
CHANGED THE COLOR IN MY EYES
It comes easier, passes sooner each time. Birthing children was becoming something she could do in her sleep if it were not for the pain. What makes the situation uncomfortable is the the gathering, the audience she has of mostly strangers. Oh, but there was no stopping the processes and they were all becoming a lot closer than they had bargained for.
Wichita watches as Tioga rounds on the male she does not know, cursing him before she spins. Her eyes fall on Wichita was she realizes the birth has started, and her eyes widen in unusual fear. Why was that? Tioga had seen all of her siblings born, even the twins, mess that was. Why did she look so afraid then? She would ask but another contraction comes and stops her thought mid-formation. Only to be topped by the questions of the accused, could she do this somewhere else? "I most certainly can not!" Her voice rising, unusually un-ladylike for her.
All the commotion seems to stop as the little black colt slips from her. A beautiful dark thing like most of her offspring seemed to be colored. A blast of white down his nose, and up his legs. He was perfect. She watches him make his first teetering steps, coming in contact with a golden mare whom she does not know. She seems to know her though, speaking her name after her son is adorned with gold threads. Wichita tilts her head, her breathing still coming in heavy burst, labor was hard work.
"Ma'am?" She asks shocked, though why she was she didn't know. Maybe she expected Gaza's mother to be black like he was, not so lovely as the woman before her. "His name...He what, deaf, are ya sure?" The words are pained, her poor beautiful boy, deaf. She gathers herself biting back the tears that pool in the corner of her eyes. "Rucker, his name, it's gonna be Rucker." She gives it almost solemnly, nuzzling at the little colts side. The poor thing, he'd never hear her I love you's.