And all that she intends, all she keeps inside.. [birth;any]

[Fiasko]

fiasko

She’s been worried about the silver mare all winter. As her own belly has grown, so has Wichita’s - evidence of the horrible event that had befallen the poor mare during the fall.

Fiasko still feels a certain amount of guilt over the incident, though of course it is unfounded. She wishes, more than anything, that she could turn back the clock and set things right - prevent Wichita from ever meeting that iron bastard. But alas she is not so talented. And so, doing her best to comfort the mare and keep an eye on her is the best she can do.

Unfortunately however, the unexpected twins have kept her quite busy over the few days since their birth, and she has lost track of the silver mare.

But, today, finally, she has a moment to herself. Jason is keeping an eye on the twins (well, at least an eye on Sidra - Sahm will likely be no trouble), and so Fiasko is taking the opportunity to track down her friend.

The strong scent of birth is upon the air, and it quickly leads her to the old watering hole. There at the water’s edge stands Wichita and another mare that Fiasko does not recognize. And there, at Wichita’s side, stands a tiny, black, fumbling filly.

Fiasko quickens her pace until she is able to join them, and positively beams at Wichita. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here earlier! Are you alright? She’s beautiful!” She leans her head down to get a better look at the child. Such a sweet little thing. “What’s your name?” Then, remembering the stranger, she looks back up. “Oh I’m sorry, I’m Fiasko. Welcome to the Gates.”

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