01-05-2016, 10:50 AM
She’s still not entirely sure what to think of this pregnancy.
There she’d been, minding her own business, missing the days when Lexa had been an innocent little fluff, when Prague had come along and … listened in.
The magician had talked to her about kids, and one thing had somehow led to another and, well. Here she is. Very, very pregnant.
In fact, it’s time to give birth.
She finds a quiet clearing in the Jungle, and in no time at all, a soft, sticky bundle is lying in the dirt at her side. As she forces herself to her feet, she’s instantly reminded of Lexa when she was born. She too had been an undefinable smelly lump. How times do change.
She makes quick work of the afterbirth (ugh she still can’t stand the taste) and soon the child is fully visible. It’s another girl, hah! And, interestingly enough, she has Lyris’ exact coat.
As she watches, the filly forces herself up onto her feet … and falls over. And forces herself up … and falls over. Lyris chuckles, watching as the girl struggles a few more times, then finally manages to stay steady. Deciding to take pity on her, she walks up to the girl and positions herself so that the filly can easily access her milk. A grin crosses her face as she feels the girl latch on. “Larken. I’m going to call you Larken.”
There she’d been, minding her own business, missing the days when Lexa had been an innocent little fluff, when Prague had come along and … listened in.
The magician had talked to her about kids, and one thing had somehow led to another and, well. Here she is. Very, very pregnant.
In fact, it’s time to give birth.
She finds a quiet clearing in the Jungle, and in no time at all, a soft, sticky bundle is lying in the dirt at her side. As she forces herself to her feet, she’s instantly reminded of Lexa when she was born. She too had been an undefinable smelly lump. How times do change.
She makes quick work of the afterbirth (ugh she still can’t stand the taste) and soon the child is fully visible. It’s another girl, hah! And, interestingly enough, she has Lyris’ exact coat.
As she watches, the filly forces herself up onto her feet … and falls over. And forces herself up … and falls over. Lyris chuckles, watching as the girl struggles a few more times, then finally manages to stay steady. Deciding to take pity on her, she walks up to the girl and positions herself so that the filly can easily access her milk. A grin crosses her face as she feels the girl latch on. “Larken. I’m going to call you Larken.”
Lyris
I’ll burn this whole city down
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