I can't let you go, now that I've got ya
Thus far her existence had been one of utter simplicity. Her world had been compiled of fleshy walls and the singular beating of a heart belonging to the one whom she already felt connected to. She was safe and warm and fed, growing larger within the confines of her protection. But it was as her size continued to enlarge that she found her once abundant space suddenly shrinking until there was no longer any room left for her to stretch. The more cramped she became the more she kicked out in protest, until, one day, the walls began to kick back. Squeezing and pushing she found herself maneuvered towards a small opening and it was as the beat grew more insistent that everything would change.
Warmth exchanged itself for a bone aching chill as she fell onto a bed of coarse dirt. Dryness surrounded her, leaving her to feel uncomfortably sticky and detached. A gritty substance clung to where her body met earth and her limbs unfurled, finally freed from their confinement. There was so much room, she realized as her eyes blinked against the fading light. The dome above was no long pulsating and red, instead it sparkled against darkening shades of navy. Everything was so loud - so vibrant.
Weakly she found her strength and lifted her head. Immediately she was met by a pair of glistening blue orbs. She knew them, even without asking. Mother, her mind confirmed. Locked in a precious moment of recognition the newborn remained completely oblivious to the presence of another. It's only as the ivory mare moves forward that she is brought to the fillies attention. Frightened by the unfamiliarity of her she struggles backwards, a strangled sound of concern slipping past her newly discovered vocal chords. Confused she watches her mother address the stranger and then stand, her limbs in perfect unity to her intentions.
Inspired by the fluidity of her dam, the filly concentrates on her own gangly limbs. Summoning all her concentration she gathered her wobbly legs under her and lurched herself forward only to fall forward once more. Frustrated by her failure she huffed and tried once more with her tongue peeking out from between pursed lips. Finally standing she looked up at her mother, searching for approval.
@[Ilma]