Hoshor Plains basalt

Hooves pressed together as if in prayer, the filly entered the world, she felt all the familiar pressure melt away after several pulsing squeezes, and drew in a mewling breath through dewy nostrils. Gentle whickering met her ears, which flicked as they were cleaned.

Still laying with her hind limbs sprawled, she placed her soft forehooves on the cool ground, a gentle bend in her knees as she lifted her head. Great, owlish eyes blinked, fanning wispy eyelashes as she sought out the first form she would see- and the first form she would know to love.

She whinnied, a pipe-like sound, trembling as she gazed wide-eyed at her mother.