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He nodded. "I believe you did, actually." he sounded cheerful, following with her attitude. Keep her happy, that would be his goal for the trip. Single-minded focus. "And I believe I mentioned my brother, did I?" he glanced behind him, primarily to ensure she was not having troubles, and to also glance at her in question.

He gave her a brief smile, slowing his pace to make it slightly easier on the mare. "My father was like me- wings and a horn, and the air was his life. He belonged there. I hated it, but he never understood that. Ohanzee was born like our mother, nothing special about him on the outside, but on the inside... he was just like our father. Nothing chained him down but his body." the stallion was quiet, then shrugged. "One day mother grew tired of seeing her children hurting, and left. Ohanzee went with her. I never saw her again, and father never tried to find her. When he died, I came to find Ohanzee and Mama... but she was dead, and I wouldn't have known him except it was like looking in a river. Your dreams, and what you wish you could have been, shimmering on the other side."

His ears went back against his head as she said the dreadful words... 'It's time...' "Oh nonononono." he moaned. "Hold them in! We're ... I'm not READY!" he looked as panicked as he felt, he knew it. "We don't have anything to put them in!" he danced from side to side. "Babies go in baskets usually, don't they? Should I go get some? I know a two-legger! And... and... do you want company?" If he could be flailing, he would be. Forget the fact that mares had been birthing for centuries, no... this time he had to BE THERE for it. "I... You... help..." he gave a little whimper.

He looked panicked, and then shot off into the trees, ducking and running. He had to get... had to get something. Something for the babies to go in. Babies. What did they go in? His eyes were almost rolling in his head as he shot into the clearing where he was staying. Who... who was around? "Scherazade...?" his voice was a low whine as he danced over to the mare. "What do babies go in? Baskets, right?"

Scherazade looked appropriately scandalized. "Putting a child in a basket? Isn't that abusive?" the mild-mannered mare made a face of distaste. "I suppose, if you are just looking for something to shelter the foals for a time."

His eyes almost rolled back in his head, and he glanced around. Echo was nearby, but she couldn't talk without a translator... But who cared. Another mare maybe? Who could make cooing noises at Tear and the foals? "You know how to have babies, don't you?" he almost ran over to the mare, prancing nervously around her. "I think I'm having babies."

"Serves you right if you are." Scherazade spoke up, earning a nod from Echo. "You can stop hounding all the mares, and own up to some responsibilities." she dropped her veil on the ground, and dragged a couple of Citlalli's carefully woven baskets onto it. "Here. I doubt the two-legger will mind, and they are large enough to allow the children room to move." With Echo's help, she tied her veil into a small knot. "Echo, go ahead and go with Kishi. When Khalon comes by, I'll tell him where you went."

"Thank you." Kishi gave the white mare a smile, and nodded at Echo. "You too." the black mare shrugged at him, and lifted the veil and baskets in her teeth. He danced in place until she nodded her readiness, and then danced into the trees, leading the silent mare towards the place where Tear rested.