05-03-2016, 01:39 AM
She hadn’t really planned on getting pregnant.
She’d thought she’d focus on her abilities for a little while, working on her control and the strength of her powers. But Weir … well, it’d been impossible to not fall in love with him. The roan stallion is the perfect gentleman - kind, caring, attentive and at times silly.
And one thing had led to another …
She’s nervous for the birth itself though. She’s knows nothing about the process - none of the mares in her old herd had trusted her enough to be around for their own. And part of her is afraid that, in the midst of that pain, that emotion, she could lost control …
Luckily for her, when the time does come, instinct takes over. The birth is actually very quick and easy, and in under half an hour the child is out on the grass. Eira is quick to her feet, and rushes to the damp bundle, working as quickly as she can to clean off the afterbirth. As she works the smile on her face grows.
It’s a boy, a healthy little roaned bay boy. As his face becomes more visible as the gunk is cleared away, it becomes clear that he bears a striking resemblance to his handsome father. Eira can’t help but grin in pride.
She lets out a low call for Weir (no doubt he is somewhere nearby) then turns back to the boy. She gives him a little nudge, trying to urge him up onto his feet. The poor little guy must be hungry after all of that!
She’d thought she’d focus on her abilities for a little while, working on her control and the strength of her powers. But Weir … well, it’d been impossible to not fall in love with him. The roan stallion is the perfect gentleman - kind, caring, attentive and at times silly.
And one thing had led to another …
She’s nervous for the birth itself though. She’s knows nothing about the process - none of the mares in her old herd had trusted her enough to be around for their own. And part of her is afraid that, in the midst of that pain, that emotion, she could lost control …
Luckily for her, when the time does come, instinct takes over. The birth is actually very quick and easy, and in under half an hour the child is out on the grass. Eira is quick to her feet, and rushes to the damp bundle, working as quickly as she can to clean off the afterbirth. As she works the smile on her face grows.
It’s a boy, a healthy little roaned bay boy. As his face becomes more visible as the gunk is cleared away, it becomes clear that he bears a striking resemblance to his handsome father. Eira can’t help but grin in pride.
She lets out a low call for Weir (no doubt he is somewhere nearby) then turns back to the boy. She gives him a little nudge, trying to urge him up onto his feet. The poor little guy must be hungry after all of that!
EIRA
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