Hoshor Plains basalt

her sisters had gone, though she nickered for them anyway when the pains began. hoping @Mallow and @Swallowtail had gone off together, selenia turned her fierce attention to the rapidity of birth.

by turns restless and tired, she rolled upon the snow, coursed around the edge of the herd, and strained against the ground, leaning into fancy with low, pained noises.

@Maplesmoke was allowed close despite the splay of her ears, though eventually it did not matter.

retreating to the tiniest stand of trees along the sideline of the plains, the mare panted and whickered, lying down in the gentle waves of golden grass.

@Silverbirch was born into the melting snow, the vastness of earth and sky, with a hawk wheeling overhead to announce her arrival.

selenia's focus entire was her perfect filly; she filled her senses with that of the little one, completely absorbed as she cleaned the tiny unfurling ears.