(PRP) Scorpions, Sand, and Symphonies (The Amachi-Tyrells)

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

 

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

Falsetto Amachi was in over her head. She'd uttered a half whispered plea to the heavens that the love she thought would never die could still exist in some form. This was not exactly what she had planned. Sure, foals were great and all...But she and Margaery--it hurt to say her name or think it--had broken things off completely. She no longer knew where she was. And here were these baskets that were a part of them both, but they only had her. Over the time she'd been watching them wiggle and shake, she'd grown calmer. But now as it got closer to the time of them actually opening, she wondered again if she would be enough for them? She had not been for their mother. How was she supposed to do this...alone?  

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

The foal stretched in his basket, making the edges creak. He had been in here for so long now that the light seemed like a distant memory, but it was there: white and blinding at the back of his mind, what it would be like to see it again. As he shifted, tiny jingles sounded, cascading through the inside of the basket. He still did not know if the voice who ever tried to comfort him heard those - so far she had been soothing, but silent on that particular point. Shifting a little bit more jerkily, the foal heard the jingle more loudly, and wondered what it could possibly be. It seemed to resonate from his throat, from his knees front and back. When he moved to hear it again, he heard a slightly different sound - the basket's creak and a pop! of the seal.  

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

The second foal had been stubbornly refusing to come out, for general reasons. She couldn't say why, but she just hadn't been ready. But then she heard the faint pop next to her and knew that her sibling was coming into the world and more than anything, she wanted to be out there with him. She didn't know how she knew it was a him or any of that stuff, just that he was a he and he was her brother. She didn't even know what he looked like, or herself for that matter.

She thrashed her feet around in the basket and whipped the whip like thing attached to her tail causing the basket to split, the whip-like thing bursting out before the rest of her did.  

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

Falsetto had been thinking totally motherly thoughts when suddenly all of the cool reserve she had vanished in the wake of creaking baskets. The blue one kind of creaked open, ominiously like a door, but the other one....the brown one, well something shot through the basket. And for a terrible moment she thought a scorpion was about to emerge from the basket. But she reminded herself, it's foals. Just foals. Just foals that I know nothing to do with. Omg, should I have been feeding them before now? Is that why that thing that came out of the brown one looks so...boney?  

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

With the edge of the basket rising and light shining through the gap, the foal determined which way was up. Thrashing his little body until he was lying on the floor of the basket, the colt lifted his head. He peered through the opening, just wide enough for him to look out: the world was incredibly bright, it seemed, even though it looked like he was in some kind of enclosure. More light shone through the fabric behind the figure before him - which he now recognized as solid. And someone he felt bonded to. Looking up from underneath the rim of the basket, the colt made eye contact with the blue mare. Lifting his head a little more, he peered out at her, one ear flicking. To him, she was the most beautiful thing in the world.  

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

Tail through first, the filly kicked out her back feet and smashed through her basket. There was no delicate entry for her. She'd waited in her basket patiently and now she was simple, done. The ruins of her basket lay around her and she was looking up from a very ungraceful position on the ground at a blue mare and to the side of her a blue foal. She looked down at herself noticing that she was distincly, not blue. But the mare had bells that she remembered from the great before, the in the basket time. She'd heard the soft music of them as she'd fallen asleep at night. And she'd never fallen asleep without them, because to her that sound meant comfort and safety and soothing warm voice that was meant for her.  

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

False took a long swallow. She could hear the hammering of her heart loud in her ears. There were two very different little foals looking at her. A boy that seemed to have a...levitating type head? And a girl who's tail was definately boney, but she wasn't boney anywhere else. So she guessed, she was probably good on that food thing, her instincts had been right. But the way they looked at her made her a little alarmed. She took another deep breath before trying to speak words. "Hi, I'm your mom guys." At this moment, she almost envied that one time she was surrounded by actual scorpions, that she knew how to navigate. This? Not so much