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Salvia Eternity · 03-08-2012, 01:34 AM

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+3 Birth number three takes place late afternoon and is AW. At least one medic is requested, though I'd like participants to only join one thread. :>

A colt and filly. She was pleased with the pair, but certainly admired Luna’s little colt more. He was dark tipped with a fluffy silver coat, whereas the pale filly was a true palomino. With Abendrot alternating between his naps and watch, Salvia managed to sneak off to refill buckets for the horses. Luna’s colt had dozed off a bit ago, allowing his mother to sleep, but Horse was thirsty enough to make up for this. Salvia brushed the big mare’s forelock as she drank, more out of habit then true affection. She did not love animals as one might imagine; they were decidedly separate from her, in an unromantic way that classified them by importance. Nacht, for example, was considered especially valuable to her. He whinnied at the sight of the blonde girl, who gave herself an excuse to groom him until his black coat gleamed.

By late afternoon she was wondering if Misty would take longer than the others, but her concerns were shortened when she spotted the mare pacing. A look into the stall confirmed she was ready, but the mare had yet to lay down. Undoing her ponytail, Salvia combed her fingers through the thick, lengthening mass of blonde. With a sigh, she pulled it back messily and began watch for the signs of the birth. With two successes, she now felt as if this was a familiar pattern. With any luck there would be no complications—Misty was less needy then Luna, and of a hardier stock. Wisteria hadn’t known if the mare had given birth before, but she mentioned she would pray for safe births for all three horses. Though the gods of Khalif no longer held such sway over her, Salvia was glad none of the births had happened at night. Her fear of Tak lingered, the only true telling of her D’Angelo blood.

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