the crow flies straight | birthing, anyone

[City]

City

City comes from a long line of mothers, good mothers, real mothers. Their duty with their children more than themselves, everything is building for them, their entire lives are training. City plans to do the same for her daughter as her mother did for her and her sisters – who knows, her mother could be out there doing it still. And girls is all she can have, or so she’s been told, and she’s okay with such a thing – some may see it as a curse, but she’s quite sure that is the Gods grinning down upon her.

Oleandar isn’t sure what she’s to do, but her mother assures her that all will be fine, just as it was a year ago in a shadowy thicket when the moth-child came into the world.  Olea stands patiently at her mother’s side while the gray mare sweats, heaves and rolls in agony, all the while assuring her delicate winged daughter that everything is just fine. It takes four hours or so before the heap of flesh with black scaled wings and bright burnt orange eyes slides from the freckled mother. Wrena is born somewhere near the ocean, in a cavern behind a drapery if falling spring-water that the sea happily swallows up.

Oleandar instinctively sniffs and licks gently at her wet little sister while her exhausted mother regains her strength to stand again. A cooling mist soothes the heat that rose within the gray mare and her tears of blood are fresh from her fast pumping heart. Crimson droplets travel down her cheekbones and onto the sands of the cavern floor and some even rest of the bay fur of her newborn as she cleans her off.

rushed and filled with all I found
more, give me more, give me more

come find them in the waterfall cave 8D city just pooped out wrena and her yearling daughter from last year, moth-baby @[OLEANDAR] , is there two. keep in mind Oleandar is a strange but beautiful looking girl - the other two have semi-normal appearances (dragonwings and bloody eyes, but meh)