[PRP] Little Rascals (Destati, Niall, & Kids)

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This is a private roleplay between Destati, Niall, Delmaria Windrose, and Sora (Mahogany Sunset) and Liam (XxXPandamoniumXxX).
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Destati looked around wearily, for once having a moment's peace, though she was almost certain that it wouldn't last. It had been three months since the foals had been born and placed into their baskets - an agonizing experience that she supposed she would have to repeat... but not soon. Three weeks ago, the coloring had begun to leech onto the plain brown wicker, and since then, the babies' activity had increased exponentially. They were nickering in their baskets now; she could hear them down on the sand, where Del and Niall stood over them, giggling as though they were foals themselves. Destati, however, had stopped hovering. If the babies were going to come out, Niall's screeches of delight would surely reach her ears. For now, she contented herself with a piece of seaweed and the baby names that were slowly filtering their way through her head.

She'd narrowed them down to a list of four for each gender - well, she and Delmaria had, mostly by themselves. Niall refused to listen to reason, but he was being his usual adorable self; he had only thought of one name. Sora. Though it sounded vaguely familiar to Destati, he'd explained his reasoning well enough. It worked for a girl or a boy, and they could nickname the baby Soar. Her mate had still left her frustrated, however, even after they had agreed on that point. Sora was only one name, and there were two baskets. So there she stood, turning them over and over in her head, one by one. Alexandra. Annabelle. Mackenzie. Harper. Harper was the one that Delmaria liked best, especially after she found out that her mother had been named after a song - the young mare had apparently heard about the humans making some sort of musical stringed instrument, but Destati had had no idea what she was talking about. It sounded pleasant, though... And it seemed to fit well with the baskets when she whispered it over the reeds one night.

The boys' names were more difficult. Liam. Kaelen. Ryker. Declan. Kaelen had been her favorite at first, but Delmaria and Niall had been wearing her down for weeks - their choice was Liam, and it was growing on her. For some reason, it reminded her of her mother's name, Athosia... It simply rolled off her tongue, pretty as some new shiny bauble that her daughter found on the beach. Much to mull over, she thought, nosing sand off of a suitable piece of seaweed and chomping on it. It crunched slightly between her teeth. Much indeed.  

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Delmaria saw it first. She would have heard it, too, had Daddy not been chattering away next to her. Just the lid twitched at first, the dry yellow wicker gleaming in the noonday sun. Her cries of delight and enthusiasm and anticipation and everything else all stuck in her throat at once. They finally made it out when the lid slid even further over. "Daddy! Daddy look!" she squealed, a little louder than was probably necessary. Looking over her shoulder, Del spotted her mother chewing on a piece of seaweed. "Mommy, come on! It's finally happening!" When she turned around again, she heard the lid of the basket slide off with a soft thunk into the sand beside it, and a foal was peering up at her.

Even though his basket had turned yellow, the colt surprised her - he had Mommy's wings, Daddy's tail, his ears... To Delmaria, it looked as though her mother had been painted onto her father's body. The thought made her tilt her had at the foal as he smiled at her. "I'm your big sister, not your mother," she explained, hoping she didn't sound as irritated as she suddenly felt. She didn't look like either her mother or her father... And she certainly had never thought she would be jealous of her little brother! Mouth twisting into a frown as she grew angry with herself, Del gestured with a turn of her head. "Mommy's over there, Cutie," she added, and with effort, pushed the corners of her mouth upward again. She didn't want her brother's first impression of her to be one of "mean older sister."

Liam, she thought suddenly, His name is Liam.

Sora wiggled uncomfortably in his basket, flinching as a thud and squeals of delight rained over his head. The wicker was too small for him now, he knew that, but it didn't make him want to leave it. He never wanted to leave it, not ever. It was cozy and warm in here - and while that was all well and good, it was not comfortable anymore. His legs were getting stiffer as each day passed and he grew a little more, bent up underneath him. It was impossible to change position now; if he had, he would probably knock the lid off his basket.

But his body was telling him it was time. His legs felt like they were breaking from the pressure of his body weight... If he didn't move soon, he'd be lame when he emerged. And the excited screams of "Mommy, Mother, Father!" were enough to give him the last encouragement he needed. Lifting his head, Sora gently nudged at the wicker lid of his basket. It didn't budge; it felt like it was sealed with something. Annoyed, he pushed at it again, this time harder. It rocked as his body moved, and the edge of the lid closest to him popped up, revealing a sliver of sight.

Directly in front of him was another young colt, yellow with a pink-and-azure shape on his shoulder. That must be his sibling, the one that the deep voice and the sweet voices had told him about, whispering softly to him before falling into quiet, deep breathing. The deep voice had called him Sora before, and that was the name he had begun to call himself... He wondered briefly what the yellow colt was called. As the months had gone on, him sitting in his basket, his voices singing and whispering to him gently from the outside, he'd determined that the deep voice and the gentler of the sweet voices were the ones who had brought him into the world - the other sweet voice was his sister, and they'd brought her, too, though she had come before him. Mommy and Daddy was what they called themselves, and the excitable sweet voice called herself Delmaria. But he had never heard the name of the yellow colt beside him.

Heaving his body upward, front first, the rest of the basket lid unsealed with a thwip sound. Sora stood unsteadily in his basket, the brown-and-white painted lid balancing perilously on his back. Looking up from underneath it, Sora spotted the owner of the deep voice - a huge version of the yellow foal beside him, but differently patterned... More like Sora himself. Next to the big stallion was the excitable voice, but she was blue! She didn't look anything like him or his sibling, like she should have, if their parents had also brought her into being. Maybe Mommy was blue, and that's where the other colt got the blue-tipped markings? But then there'd be no explanation for his yellow body...

Unsure, Sora's pale blue eyes peered curiously around the legs of his father, trying to get a better look in the direction that Delmaria had pointed out to Liam. "I'm Sora," he said to nobody in particular.

Destati managed to race over just as the second foal was emerging from his basket, sand flying beneath her hooves. Swallowing her seaweed hurriedly, she came to a stop beside Niall. She couldn't believe it - she'd almost missed her babies' popping! Nuzzling her mate as she watched the second foal struggle to stand, Destati grinned at the yellow foal. "Welcome to the world, young ones," she said, bubbles of glee filling every part of her body. "If he is Sora, then you must be Liam," she added, addressing only the yellow foal this time. It sounded right, and she could just feel the smile that Del would be giving her. He looks like me, she thought, eyeing Liam's wings. And the spirits gave him his father's body. Both foals seemed a perfect combination of their parents. Though Destati had heard that boys take after their mothers, that saying didn't seem to be true in this case - one had her coloring, one had her body. As for their personalities, only time would tell. "I am Destati, your mother."

Niall shut up - he and Del had been arguing about names again - as soon as the first basket's lid popped off. He watched in astonished silence as the foals stood. For once, his mind was completely silent, his eyes the only things that were bringing in any signal. He just stood there, gazing in awe at his first foals. And they were beautiful.

He snapped out of it when the first one called him Father and the second one introduced himself as Sora, and then Destati nuzzled him and said something. It all seemed like it happened so fast. Clearing his throat and looking at the colts before him, Niall stuttered out, "I'm Niall. You can call me Father. Or Papa. Or Daddy. Or whatever you want." Everything was a daze, but his mind focused long enough to study his children - his beautiful, beautiful children. Sora had the paint markings, but more of the canvas showed through the brown-and-black markings, snowy beneath thick swatches of color. But Liam... Liam had her wings. He had wings. They might not have been "true" wings, merely markings, but they were just as beautiful as his mother's. Turning his gaze back to Sora, Niall scanned his body again, and found a butterfly on his leg - so he had wings, too. Liam's might have been bigger and more obvious, but Sora's were there.

And both of his boys were too amazing for words.