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(( This is a PRP between Parnasabari, Avalokiteshvara, Shrivatsa, Phala, and Padmaraja))



Parnasabari stared at the three baskets before her in a strained nervousness. She hadn't liked the look of the baskets when she first laid eyes on them and she didn't like them any better now. They seemed unlucky, ill-fated, foreboding. She didn't trust the ones that didn't look like her and trusted the one that did only a little more. Part of her had hoped the foals would lie stillborn and never emerge... but that hope was about to be shattered.

She watched as the baskets shivered and rocked. She had seen this before, seen the last thrashing of the inhabitants of a basket before their triumphant emergence. In all those other cases it was meant to be a joyous occasion. Today Bari felt no joy. She felt only a sick apprehension. What sort of creatures were in the baskets? Would they be bloodthirsty and out for murder like their father?

She prayed to the many-armed deity of their herd. Please, let them be not like their father. Please let them be beautiful, normal foals. Please let them all be girls. Please.... The alpha of the herd, Avalokiteshvara, was due to arrive. Where was she? Bari didn't know what she would do if she had to endure this moment of tension alone....

The basket that a foal was nestled in to develop in was meant to be relatively comfortable for the foal. This was not always the case. For the colt it had been vastly uncomfortable. At first it had been fine but as he developed it seemed places on his own body that were once dull had become quite sharp. If he shifted too much he had found that the points would scrape over his skin or else jab him uncomfortably. It was because of those cursed points and the closed in space that he had been stuck in one position for an immeasurably period of time.

He didn't know why but, without even knowing what it was, he wanted out. Finding it more comfortable to move his forelegs he began to paw at the edges of his container. Feeling the wicker give in to his movements he began to paw with more energy until it was as though he were trapped in the midst of a battle.

The moment he broke through he recoiled as light flooded the basket. His eyes clamped shut though that did not seem to get rid of the bodiless intruder. He opened his eyes again, just a fraction, before wiggling his head towards the opening he had mad in the side. There were strange smiles outside where the light was he wanted to smell more of them.

As his blue tinted muzzle poked out of the opening he discovered two very important things. The first was that his senses were suddenly in hyper drive but in a very good way. The second was that the light was no longer invading. If it wasn't so uncomfortable he would take up a permanent residence just as he was. He would, unfortunately, have to move at some point, but for the moment he felt fine right where he was.

As the seconds ticked by the ebony and rose colt found the glare of the day faded, became more bearable, and he cautiously opened split pupil eyes, blinking once before looking up at the still form of of grown mare, his mother? It had to be, but she wasn't moving. The baskets beside him however were, and it was them that pulled the dark foal's attention. He watched as thy moved, twitched, until the one beside him with it's pinks and whites cracked open with the force of one pink hoof before it disappeared back within the confines, replaced by the blue noes of one of his siblings.

The Mare standing above them gave him nothing to go on, the sibling beside him gave him curiosity and eagerness. He went to the baskets, rolling to get his legs beneath him so he could try to stand. Instinct bringing him up on unsteady legs before balance toppled him over. He had landed beside the other baskets though, and that blue nose was met with his own pink one, brushing gently before his sister forced the lid of her own basket. It made him smile, and stretching his neck he was able to press his nose to her cheek fondly.

Quick breathing drew his gaze back up to his silent mother,and again the colt attempted to stand. Legs rattling threateningly beneath him before stilling to a manageable wobble. Not walking, not yet, but up, and looking up at the mare with expectant, adoring eyes.

The filly's mouth dropped open in her first smile. The world had just been a bright blur at first but now it sharpened into the images of soquili she knew to be her family. There were two colts, her brothers. There was a large pair of blue eyes looking down that she knew to belong to her mother. Family. She had her family. The desire to meet this family is what propelled her out of her basket.

With one last heave she tipped over her basket and herself along with it. Her legs kicked at the air for a moment before she toppled over onto her side. She sprawled on the ground, looking in helpless amusement at the two other foals. Her hooves scrabbled at the ground but for now her legs failed to hold her. She smiled as she lay there, her fluffy felinoid ears twitching. She blinked as she noticed her white brother. Did he hurt himself? Even as young as she was, her brain told her that the soft scent of blood wafting from him was not a good thing to smell.

Bari noticed the blood too. Fresh blood to add to the markings of dried blood on the filly. She took an involuntary step back. She couldn't deal with blood right now. She didn't know what to do for a hurt foal. She didn't know if she even wanted to try. When she saw the small patch of blood on her own foal she remembered the foal that had been in that pit and dying the night that she had found Hisoka there. She shut her eyes and began to shake. Her coping mechanisms were failing fast. That was when she heard the voice, one so familiar and beloved that she snapped her eyes back open so she could turn to find it.

"Grandmother!" she gasped with pure relief. There was Vara, the alpha to the herd. Bari's eyes filled with relieved tears. She wasn't alone anymore. She didn't have to deal with it alone.



Avalokiteshvara had hoped to get there in time to see the baskets open. Though she was a moment too late for that she was just in time to prevent poor Bari from having a panic attack, it looked like. Vara looked over the foals briefly before giving their mother a warm smile. "What beautiful children you have, my granddaughter. I'm so proud of you." Hopefully she could help make the experience a little more positive for all of them....

For the white colt neither the scent nor the feel was strange. What was strange was having someone else nosing around the wound. While it did not hurt in anyway it still wiped the smile off his face. His brother's distraction became his own before long. He followed his eyes to their mother and the look on her face had certainly warranted his brother's reaction. He himself wanted to slink away somewhere. If not for his brother using him as a rest it was all together likely that he would have wiggled back into his basket.

Bright green eyes wandered towards his sister to see how she fared. He was unable to get a good look before his ears shot up suddenly alert. Someone else was here? His head tilted slowly off to one side as he looked at her. Something about her felt very warm, warmer than what he was feeling from his mother.

He could feel his insides twisting uneasily. Something about that thought was unsettling for the young colt but he didn't know why. Instinct was telling him one thing but for whatever reason his instincts didn't seem to be matching what was going on at all.

The dark colt shifted his chin, rubbing back and forth along his brother's spine. Pink tongue flicking out to lap at the blood on his nose. Not that he liked the taste, he most certainly did not, but the texture bothered him, and he wanted clean again. Using his sibling as a napkin was completely unacceptable.

All the while he'd kept slitted eyes turned up towards the two mares, ears twitching forward occasionally as the late comer spoke, but always folding back to rest tightly against his mane. As attention was shifted primarily to him he had to resist the sudden urge to squirm. He did perk up a little as the tan mare commented on his horns, mentioning another name. Another relative? Come to think of it, this mare was his.. great grandmother? He wasn't positive, but she was something to him.

Of course as she edged closer to investigate his brother's injury his mother called out a warning. He didn't fully understand it. What did she need to watch out for? Him, them? It made his stomach turn, drawing from him a gentle whimper.

The filly was just as confused and unsettled as her brothers. She liked the warm golden mare with the nice voice. She liked the white nervous mare with the frightened voice too... but maybe the white mare didn't like her? Her eyes blinked wide and confused. She stood on her wobbly legs and looked between her siblings and the two mares. She didn't understand a thing that was going on and for the moment did nothing.


Vara could sense the tension in the air between Bari and the foals. That was no good. She wished that she had brought along someone else, maybe Bari's parents. Someone needed to look after the foals but someone also needed to look after Bari. She couldn't comfort everyone at once, no matter how full of compassion she was.

She stepped closer to the two colts and smiled apologetically down at the injured one. "Little one, it looks like you've had a bit of a scrape. I will get a unicorn to heal it for you as soon as I can. Until then, don't worry. I won't let it happen to you again." She leaned down to nuzzle him, turning slightly at the same time to cast a glance over to her nervous granddaughter. "Look at how gentle and beautiful they are, Bari. Would you come here to greet your children?"

Bari had to admit that her grandmother's presence was soothing. Without her she didn't know if she'd be able to face the foals at all, even though she still wasn't exactly handling it expertly now. She heard her grandmother's words and took one nervous step closer to the foals before stopping. She just couldn't bring herself to go any further. They looked too much like him and too strange. They were bloody and unfamiliar to her. She shook her head. "Can't you just take care of them, Grandmother?"

He liked the nice mare that smiled at them. He couldn't understand what she was saying but she felt like warmth and concern. When she touched him he lifted his head to rub his nose against her cheek. If there hadn't been such an unusual tension in the air, coming primarily from their mother, the white colt may have even been able to call the touch a happy moment. Alas, they had what they had and before long he found himself pulling away nervously.

He looked from the mares ahead of them, to his brother behind and his sister to the side. He didn't know what to do but found himself bobbing his head at his sister before letting out a quiet rumbling squeak to call her over. He somehow didn't think that it would make anything different but he had nothing else to do with himself.