the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
The urge to move her wings - imaginary at this point though - was still there, almost like a phantom pain, or in this case, a phantom itch. But it had nothing to do with itches; rather with the slightly stressed look she got from the other mare, as if she was preoccupied with something else.
The copper-tipped cremello didn't get much time to put in an answer. She'd just about told Ilma that she hadn't been in Nerine for a while when she had a need to close her eyes, grit her teeth, catch her breath again. This pained look had Ilma worried, because if like the other mare said, it was the child not thinking travelling was a great idea, that could possibly end in complications with the foal.
She walked closer to the mare, examining how she looked - her own problems forgotten at the moment; children had priority. "I don't think... Is this your first?" she wondered. Perhaps she did not recognize the signs of starting labour, or she'd convinced herself that couldn't be it because it was early in spring. But nature always found a way, and, if she was to deliver relatively quick, then so be it. The white mare snorted softy in surprise when the water broke. Well, that's it. She's taking over. "Come here." she nodded to the bushes close by, a little bit more secluded from the open space by the water. "It's time, so you're better lie down." she instructed. Whatever the other mare had been thinking to go travelling this far into her pregnancy, it was of no matter now. She was going to give birth right here on the spot, leaving no time to think on any previous actions. Ilma thought herself lucky to be around here, even if the circumstances could have been better.
@[Nymf] You just got yourself a midwife