I take relief in her understanding, able to comprehend the dire need to act. The colt protests for air against the birth film, and my copper eyes watch silently as she disposes of it. Ivories tear at the slick material, and I can’t look away, nor do I want to. A pitch stained colt rises on awkward legs, its crown tilting towards its mother. His amber eyes stir something in me, I don’t know why, nor what it means.
Reuen finds my gaze, I return it with unyielding copper gems. A simple nod of my head is my only form of encouragement, I find myself still frozen in place. This was all new to me, I had heard of what occurred at birth, but I had never witnessed it for myself. My dusky tresses float as I shake myself from this trance, leaning my muzzle out to my friend. I should comfort her I think, let her know she was doing well, that everything seemed to be as it should. “Yes Reuen, a little colt, how nice.” I smile, but it is a small lackluster expression.
She presses a name to the boy, Kernick. As decent as any name, I roll it around in my head, saving it for later. It wasn’t long before the child found the warmth of his mother’s milk, slipping under the mares belly without coaxing. He flails on unsteady stalks, and I flinch for just a moment, thinking he would soon meet the earth again. “Kernick,” I nod in agreement, sidling inches closer to the pair. Were they always so smart? Did they all so easily find their way with such little knowledge or life experience? Had she?
The silver-touched black female whispers words once more, acknowledging her new role in life. A surprise it still seemed to her, had she not expected as much? So lost in an unkind world, I lip at her gently, standing close now against her frame. It was quiet with Reuen, in her world, and it was becoming quiet in my world. I found solace in the shared silences of the simple girl.
