Golden Glade The Next Generation

Birth was something Rose was both horribly afraid of and questionably excited about. She enjoyed floating around in limbo, though as time passed on her personal bubble of space had been popped and joined by several other small blobs. It remained that way for far too long, every day one of her siblings decided to kick or bump into her and while she would surely grow to love them at the moment she wanted them gone. And it seemed she'd get her wish.

One by one her blobby siblings disappeared and one by one Rose became more content and pleased that her floating room had grown. Sadly it seemed whatever had forced her siblings from the womb also despised the russet girl because she too was forced from her home and landed on the cold ground with a thud. She didn't move for a moment, didn't scream, but when a tongue slid over her and cleaned her from her sack the girl let out a whine and quickly after a jagged breath.

She was pushed to her mother's side and happily latched onto a teat where she began to guzzle down. Milk lazily spilled from the corner's of her mouth and all the girl knew was that she wanted this. As her stomach filled and a satisfied burp came spilling from her mouth, Rose pushed herself against her sister where she slept happy and content without a care in the world.