05-30-2018, 12:36 PM
Leaving was such a hard thing to do. The safety and comfort of her mother’s womb had been everything perfect: dark and watery, quiet, warm. It’s no wonder that when her dam strains a little and cries out with a final push, Adria slips peacefully into Beqanna and life still wrapped entirely en-caul.
A “mermaid’s purse” as her mother would later come to call it, but it breaks easily enough when a pair of teeth pull it away and then the stinging, biting acidity of fresh air burns her lungs and Adria is snorting, shaking her muted gold-and-white head all the while. Life happens instantly, the first words she hears are more like garbled sounds - Prfykt, and Phyl-e - and then the warmth of her mother’s tongue is gone and so is the support of her nose.
Adria’s eyelids split apart, revealing lavender irises that peer curiously up at Nyxa (this is mother, this is mom) and then over to Hod. The pale gray-and-bloodflecked stallion is unexpected but between them, she can feel a force without a name. He’s safe, then. She feels free to explore her abilities, moving at first one and then all of her legs to scramble up from the shore. Sand coats her still-wet fur but Adria manages to find her balance quickly, trembling and still as a newborn fawn. She’s buckskin, interrupted more so on the lower half and legs with broken patterns of white patches.
All along her belly is strange, white webbing - like the ripples on the surface of water - and a noisy blaze gives her otherwise girlish face an air of excitement. Offset with a black, tightly curled mane and tail, she looks nothing like her mother or father and yet, exactly like the both of them. “She’s lovely, Hod.” Her dam says, though the newborn has yet to understand. Adria only wobbles in the direction that the sound comes from, eager to hide her face beneath the hip of her mother.
“The filly name we chose suits her perfectly, don’t you think?” Nyxa laughs, a weary sound but still full of light and happiness. From her rump, Adria can feel the brush of an adoring nose against her skin. She frees herself of food and then turns to glance once more at the dark-maned stallion, jerking towards him with the encouraging shove from her ma. “She reminds me of Bragi, a little.” Nyxa says, and this time Adria can detect a hint of sadness in the words.
But for now she’s too interested in reaching a peach-colored nose out towards her sire, both ears tipped forwards while her nostrils strain to breath him in. She likes him, just like she knows she likes her mother, and on the inside she’s also a bit curious if he has food for her too. “Little Adria,” Nyxa coos from behind, “welcome to our world.”
OOC: Thought I'd switch over to Adria's account and makes things a little more interesting from her perspective <3
A “mermaid’s purse” as her mother would later come to call it, but it breaks easily enough when a pair of teeth pull it away and then the stinging, biting acidity of fresh air burns her lungs and Adria is snorting, shaking her muted gold-and-white head all the while. Life happens instantly, the first words she hears are more like garbled sounds - Prfykt, and Phyl-e - and then the warmth of her mother’s tongue is gone and so is the support of her nose.
Adria’s eyelids split apart, revealing lavender irises that peer curiously up at Nyxa (this is mother, this is mom) and then over to Hod. The pale gray-and-bloodflecked stallion is unexpected but between them, she can feel a force without a name. He’s safe, then. She feels free to explore her abilities, moving at first one and then all of her legs to scramble up from the shore. Sand coats her still-wet fur but Adria manages to find her balance quickly, trembling and still as a newborn fawn. She’s buckskin, interrupted more so on the lower half and legs with broken patterns of white patches.
All along her belly is strange, white webbing - like the ripples on the surface of water - and a noisy blaze gives her otherwise girlish face an air of excitement. Offset with a black, tightly curled mane and tail, she looks nothing like her mother or father and yet, exactly like the both of them. “She’s lovely, Hod.” Her dam says, though the newborn has yet to understand. Adria only wobbles in the direction that the sound comes from, eager to hide her face beneath the hip of her mother.
“The filly name we chose suits her perfectly, don’t you think?” Nyxa laughs, a weary sound but still full of light and happiness. From her rump, Adria can feel the brush of an adoring nose against her skin. She frees herself of food and then turns to glance once more at the dark-maned stallion, jerking towards him with the encouraging shove from her ma. “She reminds me of Bragi, a little.” Nyxa says, and this time Adria can detect a hint of sadness in the words.
But for now she’s too interested in reaching a peach-colored nose out towards her sire, both ears tipped forwards while her nostrils strain to breath him in. She likes him, just like she knows she likes her mother, and on the inside she’s also a bit curious if he has food for her too. “Little Adria,” Nyxa coos from behind, “welcome to our world.”
OOC: Thought I'd switch over to Adria's account and makes things a little more interesting from her perspective <3