Under a New Moon

Featuring: Amnah

Mid-Spring, Year 758 of the New Age

Oakfern, A cavern near the moonpool

    She’d become deathly afraid when her labor pains started. A healer she’d met earlier had given her an herb, the older doe called it Salamander’s Tongue, it was supposed to help ease her labor pain. The elder doe didn’t tell her much about the herb just that it would help alleviate her discomfort. She made sure to only give her a small section of fungus, as she told the younger doe, that the center of it was never to be eaten, as it could have adverse effects on mother and foal. She made sure to tell her after she taken the makeshift brew the elder gave her. Glaring at the healer, she silently cursed the older doe, she may have thought the doe wished for her demise if she hadn’t been helping her through the birthing. Her breathing became more and more strained as the pains grew closer and closer together.

“Just breathe dear” the elder told her gently. The herb had finally started to take effect, as the writhing doe rolled on her side, breathing quite heavily. It literally felt as if her body was being ripped apart, and at that moment, she would gladly embrace death if only for the pain to end.

    Another contraction ripped through her and everything started to go dizzy as her vision blurred. Closing her eyes to try to steady herself, the urge to bear down grew more and she decided then that she would never wish to go through this madness again. She could barely hear the doe over her own breathing, the lies she was spouting about the herbs help. She just wanted to get this over with.

    The obscenities she spouted was obviously due to her being a first time mother, at least thats what she told herself. Slowly losing consciousness the mulberry doe bore down before completely blacking out.  When she awake some time later she was gently lapping at her dearest little fawn affectionately. Cleaning her of all residue from the previous ordeal.

    “Welcome to the world, my little one.” The doe whispered tiredly as she smiled down at the little filly. Her filly. Beaming at the her small foal she slowly lowered her head to where their noses were almost touching and softly spoke “Well aren’t you a beautiful little chestnut!” She exclaimed happily before adding “I’ll take you to see your father and the rest of the herd once we’ve gotten some rest. But in the mean time….Try to find your hooves” She told her little filly with a soft chuckle, before laying her head down on the soft mosses beneath her to get some well deserved rest.