show them the joy and the pain and the ending
A scowl stretches her lips, displaying clearly, for all to see, her lack of humor. She feels rather like a bus, and the day could not come soon enough that she would give birth.
As it turns out, she does not particularly like being pregnant. It is awkward, her body feeling foreign and unwieldy. Her belly is stretched taut, her blue and white laced skin expanding to accommodate the life growing inside of her. Her hips ache, her ribs feeling bruised from the constant kick of small hooves against them.
There is no longer any denying that there are two. Even if she had not stolen a peek, the plethora of limbs kicking her organs would tell her all she needed to know. She cannot imagine the birth would be pleasant. She has seen enough to know just one can be difficult. Two would be doubly so.
She can tell when her time nears. She had never considered herself particularly motherly, but the instincts have awakened inside her, coming alive on the rush of hormones impending motherhood brings.
And even if her instincts had not driven her to it, she would have wanted to be alone for this anyway. She has no desire to have anyone witness what would no doubt be a humiliating experience.
And indeed, there is nothing graceful or pleasant about the act of birth. The pain is enormous, draining. Her skin is soaked with sweat, the scent mixing with the salt of ocean water, the dankness if the shallow cave she had appropriated, and the metallic odor of blood. By the time the first form lays upon the sand, she is thoroughly ready to be done with the entire experience.
With a groan, she clambers to her feet before nosing the small foal. A simple thought clears the sticky membrane from the small filly, turning it to dust. She has barely done a thorough examination of the dusky blue girl before the pangs tell her the next one's arrival is imminent.
By the time the second child rests upon the sand, Heartfire is panting and exhausted. She lifts her head, unable to summon the energy to do more than clear this child as she had the first. He is blue like his sister, but his skin glimmers in the light.
With a sigh, Heartfire takes a moment to rest. The girl is just now struggling into a more upright position. Perhaps contemplating trying to get to her feet, but Heartfire has until then at least.
After several long moments, she sends out a summons. She has never used this particular method on him before, but frankly, he is the reason for this entire ordeal, so she has no sympathy. It takes no time at all to find him, she is so familiar with him, and when she does, she appropriates his sight for several moments. He would see where she is, where he needed to go to get there. She doesn't doubt he would understand, especially when she shows him the two foals laying near her.
Only then does she climb to her feet once more. Brushing a tender muzzle over the colt, she inspects him as she had the filly. Lifting her head, she considers the twins for a moment, a rush of warmth filling her. Only then does the overwhelming realization sink in. She had created these two lives. Her children.
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts
@[Calcifer]