[PRP]Between a mother and daughter (Ayita and Vevina)

[Foalen]

Ayita lay in a sunlit glade not far off from the shaman's teepee when the sound of heavy hoofbeats and a familiar whinnie broke through the clear bright air. Cracking an eye open the painted mare glanced around pushing herself to her feet at the same time. Shaking the debries off of her multicolored coat she called out to her daughter wondering at the heavyness of the younger mare's gait.

A sudden joy lit within Ayita's heart as her suspisions rose and she closed her warm eyes taking a deep settling breath forcing back the thought. She would just have to wait an see. Guesses could only lead to dissapointment. If there was a lightness to her trot it could easily have been ascribed to nothing more than a mothers delight in seeing her daughter once more. No it wasn't anything more than that. She whispered to that voice deep inside her. But she smiled as she thought it for she never was very good at deciving herself.

Rose who had gone down to the river's edge heard the commotion and came pounding up to the clearing where she spied her mother comming toward her. Looking up questioningly at her mother she turned at the older mare's nod to look over her shoulder and whistled happily at the sight of her sister. "Oh my! What's this, it looks like you've been busy."

"Rose."

"I didn't mean anything bad, mother. Vevina knows that" Rose said turning her head to the side so their mother couldn't see her rolling her eyes.

Ayita gave the chestnut mare a half hearted glare before turning back to her other daughter. "How wonderful I am so happy for you."  

[Foalen]

"You won't screw it up my dear. I know you. Someone as kind hearted as you are would never have to worry. Besides the fact that you are worried about doing someting wrong proves that you will do your best, wich is all we can ever truely be expected to do."

Ayita blew some air from her nose as she continued. "The ones who I worry about are those who think it is going to be all sunshine and roses with no troubles to tarnish the experience. But they are always dissapointed. Rain will fall and roses have thorns." This last comment held a note of good natured teaseing as it was directed mainly in Wildrose's direction.

Snorting Rose made a face at her mother before turning to give her sister a nuzzle. "Well, I think it's wonderful. Like mom says I think you'll do a great job. And it's not like we won't be there to help out when it's needed.

The older mare bobbed her head in response. "Very true, in fact if you wish me to stay with you when your time comes near and the little ones are born I would be happy to do so. It's always good to have an extra pair of eyes looking out for the baskets so you can get some well earned rest.  

[Foalen]

"Good, that means I won't have to waste tany time trying to convince you to let us stay." Her mother nodded decisively a glint in her amber eyes that indicated the older mare would have accepted nothing less. Feircely protective of her family she might be, but only because she cared for them so.

"My mother wasn't around when it was my time though I did have the help of several other older mares I think it would have been much eaiser if she had been there. When you three were born I swore I would be there for you girls when your times came. Besides you need a few mares around stallions often tend to be rather useless during the whole birth process." Ayia gave a long suffering sigh though she was clearly amused all the same. "Why the way they go on about it you'd think they were the ones having to carry and birth the babies."

Pulling herself upright Ayita adopted a more masculin stance and lowered her voice. "Walk more slowly, be careful not to fall. Are you sure your eating enough? Do you want me to help you lay down?"

Shaking her head at her own imitation the older mare laughed. "And they wonder why we go off by ourselves to have the foal. Honestly it's very sweet, but it can get on your nerves after a while."  

[Foalen]

"Ah your you've caught a rare one then." Vevina's mother nodded with satisfaction. "Unforchinatly I'm afraid that sort of behaviour is common amoung male kind. So it's something most mares have to deal with at some point or another. I am glad that isn't true for you. It's a wonderful thing to be acepted and respected for your abilites and not thought of as if your brain has dissapeared mysteriously somewhere during the pregnacy." There was some amount of asperity in Ayita's voice but the impact was softened by the amusment in her smile and the fondness in her eyes.

Switching mental gears Ayita tiled her head to look at her daughter. "Since I'm here now are there any questions you have that I might be able to answer for you?"  

[Foalen]

"Hmmm," Ayita said thoughtfully as she conisdered what best to start with. "Well you know already that the foals are growing within you. When it is time your abdomin with squeeze tightly and you will feel the urge to push. That is what helps the foals leave you and enter the world. How long this will take is never certian. It is diffrent for every mare and some have an easier time of it than others. There is some pain, though what I thought was the worst part of child birth was the shear exhaustion."

Vevina's mother sighed as she remembered. "It is very tireing trying to encourage your foals to be born. Most seem somewhat reluctant to emerge." The painted mare laughed lightly with a wink for her child. "You were quite persisitant if I remember correctly. You thought you'd be better off if you stayed inside. But don't worry, It is possible that my grandchildren will not be quite so headstrong."