She watches against the leaves, from between the trees, behind the branches. A black blot save for streaks of green in her hair, for venomous green eyes reflecting the firelight. Peeking out at something she expected she had not really wished to see. As much as she is disgusted, she is also intrigued. She is young and perhaps that is why she had never before given thought to just how interesting childbirth was. That this mare before her had carried and created life. That was a powerful thing.
With a herd full of males, Arise only reflected more positively on that fact. Sure they helped make them, she had learned of the birds and bees some time ago. That sort of thing happened when you were young and unattended, waltz right into everyone's personal business. They had deserved to be run off that time, they really had. She and Grice had promised to never speak of it again, it didn't keep her thoughts from the memory though. She had to swallow the bile that ran up her throat, once again shoving that recollection deep into the dusty corners of her brain.
Soon the little filly is up, scrambling about, knocking into her Dam over and over. Well, this was no fast learner it seemed, somehow she manages to suckle. That was an accomplishment. Arise had to try hard to fight her giggles, biting into her cheek to silence them. Both are curious creatures to her, wings spreading against their sides in full feather.
She starts, another mare unexpectedly enters the area, standing in thought for an awkward period of time. Perhaps she too had been both sick and mesmerized by the event of labor. A twig snaps beneath her clumsy legs, she had not quite mastered her ninja skills yet. Frozen, she does her best to barely breathe, because if you don't move they can not see you, right?
Arise
snakes among sweet flowers do creep
