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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Oct 11, 2009 11:44:38 GMT -5
The dapled sweaty mare walked into the land tiredly, pains shot through her barrel, her foal was coming. Heaving herself on she collapsed under a tree. She breathed shallowly for a minute before taking her energy and bringing herself up. The mare was new to this, and a little scared.
Leaning on the tree she pushed, she wanted the foal out and now. closing her eyes she felt the foal coming, once more and a little wet bundle lay on the ground. The mare looked back and smiled, licking the filly clean she smiled.
"I'll call you Maia." The filly was beautiful, and even if Lavender was a wretch she would be a great mother. The beautiful filly stood after 15 minutes and they waited a day before returning home to Habit.
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