Cerva isn’t familiar with the beauty of motherhood, just as she has never experienced the elation of love. She has always been deprived of it although her heart always longs for it, like it is the missing puzzle piece to happiness. It fuels her to keep going because she knows she was brought into this world to do more than just hide in her underground burrow. Although she lacks the ambition and power mother and father had – have – she realizes that there is still a destiny tethered to her, never leaving her no matter the choices she takes.
So is this the beginning of her life, truly?
Fascinated and washed with adoration, Cerva smiles. Her eyes follow the rise and fall of the girl’s breath until she finally awakens. Her eyelashes flutter when their gaze meets, holding it steadily as she searches Cerva and bleats a simple question. Much to her surprise, the girl’s stomach berths butterflies that swarm so heavily and abundantly that she could burst. The grin on her face broadens and trembles just for a quick moment as she calculates exactly what to say. Her tongue peeks out and dryly sweeps across her lips. ”I can be,” she whispers softly as the filly nestles closer, their bodies coming together perfectly. Cerva reaches forward and admiringly lips the child’s forelock while her mind dances in many different directions, her elation evident in her brightened eyes. ”And we can live in the Gates together.” Having her there would ease the pain of solitude for both of them. It would be their beginnings to saving each other.
”What is your name, sweet girl?” She asks, almost forgetting in the excitement, her heart fluttering for the first time in years.
Cerva