Hoshor Plains basalt

Her mother pulled away, and teased a worried whicker from the foal’s lips as she watched the mare stand on her great, long legs. 

She understood almost immediately; her mother’s voice spurred her. She lurched, trembling, only to tumble over in the spattered earth. Again, she tried- first with her forelegs splayed, only to find she did not have the power to pull her hind end up.

She tucked her forelegs beneath her and shifted her strength into her hind legs. She pushed, and her little, wet rump rose. With her nose against the ground, she remained bowed as if in a prayer. Twice she tumbled, but on her next attempt she managed to sneak out first one forehoof and then the other.

Shakily, she stood, gargantuan knees trembling, little tail flicking in circles that threatened to send her tumbling yet again but-

She knew now how to stand.