05-24-2021, 11:17 AM
At first her world is darkness. It is comfortable and familiar, an old friend she would call on fondly for the entirety of her life. When the light comes, it is unkind and cold. She knows immediately that she does not like it. Not at all.
But there is warmth beside her, and then the shadows return, curling around her like lost and lonely friends. She hums in happiness to have them back. To know that they had not abandoned her.
When she blinks her eyes open, the world is bleary and indistinct. But in the moment, it hardly matters. She recognizes the weight of her twin beside her, stirring against her. Poking her with his hooves. No, she doesn’t like that. Not even a little bit. So she pokes him with hers.
The other is steadier and flails far less. She likes that much better. As she squirms, haloed head butting against warm and golden skin, she recognizes the presence as safe and familiar. As home. As mother, though she does not have the words for any of this yet. She presses closer, humming another happy sound low in her throat.
Perhaps the light had been cold and unfriendly, but to finally see her mother’s face makes it all worthwhile.
But there is warmth beside her, and then the shadows return, curling around her like lost and lonely friends. She hums in happiness to have them back. To know that they had not abandoned her.
When she blinks her eyes open, the world is bleary and indistinct. But in the moment, it hardly matters. She recognizes the weight of her twin beside her, stirring against her. Poking her with his hooves. No, she doesn’t like that. Not even a little bit. So she pokes him with hers.
The other is steadier and flails far less. She likes that much better. As she squirms, haloed head butting against warm and golden skin, she recognizes the presence as safe and familiar. As home. As mother, though she does not have the words for any of this yet. She presses closer, humming another happy sound low in her throat.
Perhaps the light had been cold and unfriendly, but to finally see her mother’s face makes it all worthwhile.
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