The gilded mare chuckled and turned, pacing over to lay down beside the little white colt and gave him a gentle nuzzle. "I think he'd love to listen to your stories. Right now, though, I think he needs rest. We certainly wore him out with that game of tag," she said with a smile.
Her mind was still in a whirl. For weeks now, years it seemed, they had waited for this tiny bundle of energy to emerge from his fruit, and now it seemed like it was all a dream. It never occurred to her when she would ever have children. Like Aitumn, probably not for a long while. At least, not until after she'd found her mother.
She felt a small pang in her chest at the thought of her dam, but she pushed it aside for the time being. For the first time since she'd been separated from her, she felt -- no, knew -- that there was something more important to take care of. She smiled down at their son, studying everything about him. His snow white coat, his golden horn and hooves, his bay feathered wings.. He was perfect in every way, in her eyes. She leaned her head down and nuzzled him gently before extending one of her leather wings over him.
The small colt let out another yawn, his head bobbing to the side slightly as he tried to keep himself awake. His eyelids kept drooping dangerously low, then they'd suddenly flutter wide open again for a few mere moments before lowering again. Finally, with a last yawn, the white colt curled up close to his dam and fell asleep, but not before uttering a sleepy statement. "Daddy it..."
