11-11-2015, 10:03 AM
For nearly a year, the lullaby to which she’d fallen asleep had been the gentle whoosh of her mama’s beating heart. She had floated along in her mama’s tummy, swaying this way and that to her dam’s footfalls. Those were the first things she remembered clearly. The next was mama’s voice- sweet like honeysuckle and lilac. Then papa’s voice- his was strong, but smooth. His voice made her feel safe, though she couldn’t put a face to their voices. She had no real conception of faces or colors or anything of the sort, but she knew that her sire and dam must be beautiful. Then lastly she remembered finding her own voice. Her voice was projected in thoughts, from the corners of her mind. She often spoke to her mama, though her words were just the ramblings of a child who knew nothing of the outside world. She spoke of love though, because her mama had explained love. Mama had said she was born from love, and that love would always be a constant in her life no matter what.
Being born was a strange event. She knew something had to happen though, for she’d quite outgrown her mama’s womb. Already she longed to stretch her legs and see how far they would carry her. So when the contractions had started she had welcomed the strange squeezing feeling. It was something innate, something bred into her for generations and generations. First one foot, and then the other. Her shoulders presented a problem, and had she had a voice she would have voiced her displeasure. But they passed quickly enough, and soon her world was cold and foreign. She felt bewildered and anxiously sought out her dam, relaxing some as her nose bumped into the golden flesh of mama. Topsail had been right, mama was beautiful. A gray stallion stood off to the side, and the filly knew this must be her father. Mast, that’s what mama had called him. He was sleek and handsome, with finely carved features as if he were cut from smooth marble. Small mewls and squeaks slipped from her mouth, though no words were to be heard. She had no words. Her voice was in her head, and only there. Shakily she smiled at the two. “Hi mama, hi father.” she thought, watching their faces carefully to see if her voice came through as she had intended. She knew without a doubt mama could hear her, for they had so often spoke while Topsail was growing inside her. But she had never spoken to anyone else, so she was excited to see Mast’s mouth open in a wide grin. He had heard her! “Hi baby. Topsail.” said the gray stallion, his eyes sweeping over his mousy colored daughter. She was perfect, from the tip of her tiny ears to the bottom of her bottle brush tail. Finally, he turned his eyes to Camelia, and nothing but love shown in their depths. “You did wonderfully, darling…she is perfectly perfect. I love you.” he whispered, burying his nose into the crook of her neck. These two were a bright spot in his other wise currently dark world, and he would let their light shine.
ooc - sorry if this is confusing, i just did a joint post
Being born was a strange event. She knew something had to happen though, for she’d quite outgrown her mama’s womb. Already she longed to stretch her legs and see how far they would carry her. So when the contractions had started she had welcomed the strange squeezing feeling. It was something innate, something bred into her for generations and generations. First one foot, and then the other. Her shoulders presented a problem, and had she had a voice she would have voiced her displeasure. But they passed quickly enough, and soon her world was cold and foreign. She felt bewildered and anxiously sought out her dam, relaxing some as her nose bumped into the golden flesh of mama. Topsail had been right, mama was beautiful. A gray stallion stood off to the side, and the filly knew this must be her father. Mast, that’s what mama had called him. He was sleek and handsome, with finely carved features as if he were cut from smooth marble. Small mewls and squeaks slipped from her mouth, though no words were to be heard. She had no words. Her voice was in her head, and only there. Shakily she smiled at the two. “Hi mama, hi father.” she thought, watching their faces carefully to see if her voice came through as she had intended. She knew without a doubt mama could hear her, for they had so often spoke while Topsail was growing inside her. But she had never spoken to anyone else, so she was excited to see Mast’s mouth open in a wide grin. He had heard her! “Hi baby. Topsail.” said the gray stallion, his eyes sweeping over his mousy colored daughter. She was perfect, from the tip of her tiny ears to the bottom of her bottle brush tail. Finally, he turned his eyes to Camelia, and nothing but love shown in their depths. “You did wonderfully, darling…she is perfectly perfect. I love you.” he whispered, burying his nose into the crook of her neck. These two were a bright spot in his other wise currently dark world, and he would let their light shine.
ooc - sorry if this is confusing, i just did a joint post