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Post by Saphira on Sept 21, 2009 8:48:09 GMT 8
Blizzard trotted into the land, her rounded belly evidence that her foal was due.Finding a nice, shady spot, she lay down with a grunt, rolling over to her side. The pain came, and she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut, letting out a pained whinny. She pushed hard, and a wet bundle slid out. She rested for a few moment before reacting instinctively. Heaving herself up, she walked over to her filly, licking the sack off her. As she worked, she whispered, " I name you Quicksilver, for the colour of your coat and the nimbleness of your feet." "Come, Quickilver. Let us go yo your father's land." Quicksilver Quickilver stumbled to her feet - and fell, but immediately tried again. She was a born fighter. At last, she managed to remain still, before running after her mother. Attachments:
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