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Clingin' to insanity In hopes the world will ease up
Frodo nodded to himself when Io casually explained the origin of the horse's name. It was quite interesting to hear the word "city" again, as it didn't seem new places were named cities or towns any more. Only territories and packs. The traditional way of wolves, he supposed. Frodo couldn't help but think about the fact that things didn't really seem to move forward around here. No more scientists and no more inventors. Or at least, not that he knew about. Hopefully it'll all go t'plan. he commented stiffly, still a tad nervous as he watched the horse. Rio still looked quite young, perhaps not in her prime yet, so he doubted she had birthed a foal before. That might make things just a little bit more difficult, yet she was a calm enough mare so it shouldn't be too much of a problem.
The head seemed to fully come out by now, and then finally the rest of it seemed to come out, much quicker than the head had. Frodo shot Io a quick look, an agreeing one as to what she had said last. It shoul' be spiffing enough now. he commented, slowly walking inside and up to the mare, making as little noise as possible. He didn't want to disturb her too much. He took a step backwards in fright as she stood up suddenly, but it was only to shake herself off, and soon the mare was turning around to lick her foal gently. Frodo picked up the blankets and helped her clean the foal off, dying it's head mostly until it was free of any dampness. He couldn't really tell if it was a boy or a girl, and at the moment it's fur was dark, like every other foal until it reached a certain age. He couldn't really tell much about it, but at least it seemed healthy, and alive.