02-07-2019, 05:36 PM
Her world is warm and dark and cozy, until it no longer is. Until she is force out into a world that is clearly so much larger than she is. Her body trembles beneath the shock, shudders against the cold. She bleats softly, a soft nose pressing against her reassuringly. A warm tongue cleaning her off. Her world is off kilter, spinning on the wrong axis that she had been so used too. But she blinks her eyes open, blinks them until the blurriness fades to the edges. She sees them, the two large darker shapes around her. One she knows by the sound of her voice, but she knows the other too. Just not as intimately.
Mom. Dad. Both names she attaches to their faces, some instinctive thing snapping into place. She takes the words, adding to it Lilette, which was her. There is more warmth, more grooming as they both cleaned her, lips nuzzling and touching.
She would learn later that it was awe they were feeling. Pride. And so much love. She is sleepy, wants to cuddle up into this warmth and love and comfort and fall asleep. But her tummy growls first. So she stagger-steps up onto her hooves. Leaning into both of her parents a bit until she is steady. When she is steady she works on walking until she can nose her way up into where the food smells the best.
She eats, noisily with slurps and gulps. Like it’s the best meal she has ever had, which perhaps she guesses it is.
She blinks sleepily up at them both a small smile curling her milk-touched whiskers before she is settling back down between the two of them, half laying on both their hooves. And because she is full, she is soon sprawling herself out. She sleeps then, because being born is hard work.
Mom. Dad. Both names she attaches to their faces, some instinctive thing snapping into place. She takes the words, adding to it Lilette, which was her. There is more warmth, more grooming as they both cleaned her, lips nuzzling and touching.
She would learn later that it was awe they were feeling. Pride. And so much love. She is sleepy, wants to cuddle up into this warmth and love and comfort and fall asleep. But her tummy growls first. So she stagger-steps up onto her hooves. Leaning into both of her parents a bit until she is steady. When she is steady she works on walking until she can nose her way up into where the food smells the best.
She eats, noisily with slurps and gulps. Like it’s the best meal she has ever had, which perhaps she guesses it is.
She blinks sleepily up at them both a small smile curling her milk-touched whiskers before she is settling back down between the two of them, half laying on both their hooves. And because she is full, she is soon sprawling herself out. She sleeps then, because being born is hard work.