05-01-2020, 05:39 PM
Oh, the albatross crash lands
It's time. She knows it is, though she doesn't know why she knows. But it's time to move, to thrash and kick when the leathery sack she is squeezed into no longer fits her well. The little filly wants more room! It's uncomfortable in here! The eggsac twitches and twists, bulging with the stretch of her soft little hooves as the new life strains to get free from her bindings. If she knew, she'd be jealous of her brother; he's already out, and experiencing the world that she doesn't know exists! Well, she does, on an instinctual level. The unborn bairn knows, at the very least, it's time for out!
And out she finally comes. The foal pierces the eggsac and jerks back as cold comes rushing in. At first, she decides that is terribly unpleasant, before the chill becomes a soothing welcome. She wants more. Wriggling with purpose, the young babe tears a larger hole and squirts out into the tidepool, resting on the bottom with her back legs still in the egg. The water is bitter as it flows over her gills, but fortunately, the tide pool is a still place and she doesn't have to deal with waves and tides. After a moment, the filly's fin-mane lifts, her ears all akimbo, and she starts trying to rise.
It takes...er... time. The first time she stands, the feeling of oxygen filling her previously unused lungs shocks her and she overbalances, tumbling back into the pool. Not to be defeated, the bairn sticks her forelegs out and tries again, wobbling above the surface of the pool with all four legs splayed in four different directions. Success! Blinking her big brown eyes, she licks her lips and trembles, blinking water away as she looks at her mama and her brother, a soft, shivery nicker whispering from her nostrils.
And out she finally comes. The foal pierces the eggsac and jerks back as cold comes rushing in. At first, she decides that is terribly unpleasant, before the chill becomes a soothing welcome. She wants more. Wriggling with purpose, the young babe tears a larger hole and squirts out into the tidepool, resting on the bottom with her back legs still in the egg. The water is bitter as it flows over her gills, but fortunately, the tide pool is a still place and she doesn't have to deal with waves and tides. After a moment, the filly's fin-mane lifts, her ears all akimbo, and she starts trying to rise.
It takes...er... time. The first time she stands, the feeling of oxygen filling her previously unused lungs shocks her and she overbalances, tumbling back into the pool. Not to be defeated, the bairn sticks her forelegs out and tries again, wobbling above the surface of the pool with all four legs splayed in four different directions. Success! Blinking her big brown eyes, she licks her lips and trembles, blinking water away as she looks at her mama and her brother, a soft, shivery nicker whispering from her nostrils.
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