As much as it pained him to do so, he could not look away. He watched her struggle from a tree not far off, leaning against the bark as he observed. He could not go to her, he did not feel he knew her that well. He watched more in an academic sense, perhaps a pinch of longing, and of course to make sure the dear was all right.
He had not much interaction with Soleil but it did not change the fact that she was now part of their small family, another piece to be tied in their knitted knots. Several times he lurches as if to move forward, to walk to her, but he does not. He steels himself and grows roots to this spot, she would be okay, she could handle this. He had to replAy kind words of wisdom from Elysteria in his mind over and over. Mare's were built to do this, he knew that, he knew the text book ins and outs of child birth, but he had not witnessed it. He could not speak from any kind of personal experience or witness to the act, and so he kept his manners, only watching. Maybe watching was intrusive as well, he didn't know. He did know though that there was no father present, never had he spotted the light mare have a visitor, and she remembered little of life. How sad.
Finally when all has passed and the foal picks itself up does he slowly make his way over. A cautious approach, a bit unsure of himself and his business at being there. "Can i get you anything?" He asks because he does not know what else to say.
WEIR
I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly
