08-10-2018, 07:05 AM
When he surfaces, belly full of squid, Kylin is not where he had left her. She'sd been just there, one the shore, but as Ivar scans the now-empty beach, he catches the quickest flash of a lavender tail disapearing into the undergrowth. Such a sudden departure is not insignificant, especially this late in her pregnancy, and the kelpie heads for the shore without hesitation.
The piebald creature does not follow too closely, and he remains just outside the mouth of the cave. Had Kylin wanted him there, he is sure she'd have told him, and so he stands guard despite the noises that emerge. Land births seem so much worse than water, he thinks, though he had also been there to ease Isobell through the birthing with commands that he had not given to Heda and does not give now to Kylin.
Instead he waits, at least until he hears the lively bleat of a foal, and then he peeks round the edge of the cave.
There, lit by the dim sunlight and protected by the curve of her mother's side, is a small piebald filly. Ivar's curious brown eyes take her in, from the fluff of lavender mane to the little fins that flutter at her side while she nurses. "She's beautiful," Ivar says. He reaches out to run his scaled muzzle along Kylin's sweaty crest in a gentle caress. "Thank you."
The piebald creature does not follow too closely, and he remains just outside the mouth of the cave. Had Kylin wanted him there, he is sure she'd have told him, and so he stands guard despite the noises that emerge. Land births seem so much worse than water, he thinks, though he had also been there to ease Isobell through the birthing with commands that he had not given to Heda and does not give now to Kylin.
Instead he waits, at least until he hears the lively bleat of a foal, and then he peeks round the edge of the cave.
There, lit by the dim sunlight and protected by the curve of her mother's side, is a small piebald filly. Ivar's curious brown eyes take her in, from the fluff of lavender mane to the little fins that flutter at her side while she nurses. "She's beautiful," Ivar says. He reaches out to run his scaled muzzle along Kylin's sweaty crest in a gentle caress. "Thank you."