It’s been months now since she’s been caring this thing around in her stomach. At first, there had been no sign that she was with child physically but she knew deep down, her maternal instinct telling her, that she was. And then suddenly she blossomed into one huge balloon. This would be Lucrezia’s first child and since she is rather unexperienced mother, but somehow instinct drives her course and decisions, she had some hope of what to do.
The days went slow and she did little to only allow herself to eat and rest – she wanted the child to grow strong, while deep inside she felt weak. Lucrezia was doing this on her own. There had been little sign of Tarnished around in the sandy kingdom but she knew he was surely around. She didn’t think of him to be the type to not see his own blood once. However, she had no idea if he even would stick around. Lucrezia would need to make her choice fast, claiming who the father would be. And she wonders who the likely ideal father would be. She thinks Kreios is a good idea. He was always there at her side and their friendship has grown deeper over the years (and he saved her life too in purgatory). But she hasn’t seen him either since he disappeared after she found him returning from purgatory. It was rather a mess, all of this. In the end though, her child would be raised properly, with a strong family unlike her own bringing up.
She walks slowly across the oasis. The sun is shiny brightly on this spring morning. Lucrezia enjoys the warmth more, it makes her feel alive and she’s rather lovey dovey right now and except any day for her child to come. She isn’t sure what gender it will be but it doesn’t matter to the amber champagne peafowl mare since she will love all of her children equally. It was the best she could give them right now despite her certain circumstances. Lucrezia knows she has a lot learn still in her life and someday that might require more than she would ever truly do – if she must, she must.
Lucrezia finds a shady tree within the oasis, off from the center of the garden. She doesn’t want to be disturb right now, not with the birth of her foal coming so soon. The mare lays against the base of the tree, also enjoy the cool of shade. Suddenly, she feels pain and she knows now is the time. Lucrezia allows her body to take over, instinctively the way of how to give birth comes to her mind and she goes with it.
A little while later, her body soaked with sweat and salt, she hears the first cry of her newborn baby. Lucrezia slowly rolls over from her side onto her stomach. The pain had not been too bad, but she is sore from the event of the birth (and hoping next time might be a little easier). Her nutmeg eyes instantly find the newborn foal and she is surprised to find something more than a horse. The foal is definitely a horse but there is similarity of a wild cat within her son’s genes – it reminds her of Kreios in a way after she recalls the moment he saved her life in purgatory. And right at that moment she knows she must claim Kreios as her son’s father. After all, there was no obvious signs of Tarnished in her son.
At least not yet.
Lucrezia slowly gets up onto all fours while her spotted remains curled up. He is too busy looking at the world around him, reaching his muzzle out to sniff at the sand and the tree around him. “Curious fellow aren’t you,” she says with a slight smile, naturally curving her lips upwards. She remembers her first time observing the world and that was when her love for adventure had grown. Lucrezia begins to clean the colt at her feet, he wiggles her and there but there is obvious sign and noises he makes that he enjoys the first experience of a bath. Lucrezia laughs a couple of times and whispers sweet nothings to her new son.
However, she has yet to come up with a name for her son. She hadn’t thought of that at all, which causes her to pause for a moment and stare at her own son. His eyes matching eyes watch her curiously as well. Eventually, she nuzzles his small neck and tugs at his short mane playfully. “Your name will be Rome.” It is a name of a place her father told her about as a child, in a world far away from her own, but she remembers the stories well. There was strength and potential in the name of Rome.
The days went slow and she did little to only allow herself to eat and rest – she wanted the child to grow strong, while deep inside she felt weak. Lucrezia was doing this on her own. There had been little sign of Tarnished around in the sandy kingdom but she knew he was surely around. She didn’t think of him to be the type to not see his own blood once. However, she had no idea if he even would stick around. Lucrezia would need to make her choice fast, claiming who the father would be. And she wonders who the likely ideal father would be. She thinks Kreios is a good idea. He was always there at her side and their friendship has grown deeper over the years (and he saved her life too in purgatory). But she hasn’t seen him either since he disappeared after she found him returning from purgatory. It was rather a mess, all of this. In the end though, her child would be raised properly, with a strong family unlike her own bringing up.
She walks slowly across the oasis. The sun is shiny brightly on this spring morning. Lucrezia enjoys the warmth more, it makes her feel alive and she’s rather lovey dovey right now and except any day for her child to come. She isn’t sure what gender it will be but it doesn’t matter to the amber champagne peafowl mare since she will love all of her children equally. It was the best she could give them right now despite her certain circumstances. Lucrezia knows she has a lot learn still in her life and someday that might require more than she would ever truly do – if she must, she must.
Lucrezia finds a shady tree within the oasis, off from the center of the garden. She doesn’t want to be disturb right now, not with the birth of her foal coming so soon. The mare lays against the base of the tree, also enjoy the cool of shade. Suddenly, she feels pain and she knows now is the time. Lucrezia allows her body to take over, instinctively the way of how to give birth comes to her mind and she goes with it.
A little while later, her body soaked with sweat and salt, she hears the first cry of her newborn baby. Lucrezia slowly rolls over from her side onto her stomach. The pain had not been too bad, but she is sore from the event of the birth (and hoping next time might be a little easier). Her nutmeg eyes instantly find the newborn foal and she is surprised to find something more than a horse. The foal is definitely a horse but there is similarity of a wild cat within her son’s genes – it reminds her of Kreios in a way after she recalls the moment he saved her life in purgatory. And right at that moment she knows she must claim Kreios as her son’s father. After all, there was no obvious signs of Tarnished in her son.
At least not yet.
Lucrezia slowly gets up onto all fours while her spotted remains curled up. He is too busy looking at the world around him, reaching his muzzle out to sniff at the sand and the tree around him. “Curious fellow aren’t you,” she says with a slight smile, naturally curving her lips upwards. She remembers her first time observing the world and that was when her love for adventure had grown. Lucrezia begins to clean the colt at her feet, he wiggles her and there but there is obvious sign and noises he makes that he enjoys the first experience of a bath. Lucrezia laughs a couple of times and whispers sweet nothings to her new son.
However, she has yet to come up with a name for her son. She hadn’t thought of that at all, which causes her to pause for a moment and stare at her own son. His eyes matching eyes watch her curiously as well. Eventually, she nuzzles his small neck and tugs at his short mane playfully. “Your name will be Rome.” It is a name of a place her father told her about as a child, in a world far away from her own, but she remembers the stories well. There was strength and potential in the name of Rome.
Lucrezia
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