Sila's Birth

I'm pretty sure this is abusing brushes. And it still looks horrible. But, a first time appearance of Lara, Sila's mother! She's a chestnut fawn, and uses black fur as decoration ^^ From a badger or something. I tried something I hadn't seen before in the references for her decorations ... Like it? I hope you also like the story, it's kinda an intake on how Lara and Flint think

Year 748: Summer
Story
Warmth. It was going away. The tiny space became even smaller. It was pushing. It was pushing her out. Cold. Bright. A strange urge came over her. She opened her mouth, and inhaled. It was strange. Sila didn't like it. It was cold. And bright. She wanted the darkness and the warmth back. Something strange started to move over her. It felt warm.. and she finally heard a familiar voice. "My little one ..." Her mother. She opened her eyes. It was even brighter now. Too bright. She blinked. Her mother's tongue was warm. She moved all over her body. "I can't believe this ..." Sila liked her mother's voice. "Ma! mmmma!" Lara, Sila's mother, got up. "Sssst, little one, it's time to get up.." Lara gently pushed Sila up. Careful, Sila finally could keep her eyes open. She looked around. "Get up, my little one.." Sila carefully tried standing up. At first is was so strange. No limits. She could move all she wanted. Wonky, she set her hooves right for the first time. "That's it my little one .." Lara kept encouraging her daughter. Eventually, Sila was standing up, all by herself. By instinct, she knew what to do next. She found her mother's milk with ease. While the newborn Sila was drinking, Flint, Lara's mate and Sila's father, arrived. Flint looked at the foal by his mate's side. "Isn't she wonderful, dear? Isn't she dreamy?" Flint smiled, and walked closer. He nuzzled Lara. "She's beautiful. Absolutely stunning." Lara couldn't hide the excitement in her voice. "Isn't it amazing Flint? Grian herself blessed us! Our firstborn child, sacred to the sun, a bringer of good fortune!" Flint sighed. He believed in his deities, but all those rules .. The idea his daughter was special only for the color of her coat .. "Lara, our little girl is special no matter what color her coat is." But Lara wasn't listening. "She'll have the best stags fighting for her ... she's golden, beautiful, strong, elegant, she's perfect ..." Flint sighed. Nothing he could say, would bring Lara of her dream of having a golden girl. "She's our Golden Girl, Lara. Nothing else matters." He gently nuzzled his mate, and said: "I need to get back patrolling. I'll see you later dear. Be careful."

Sila had enough. She stepped backwards. "Tast good." Lara smiled, and started to fix up her daughter's coat. "Yes, my beautiful girl. And it's all yours."


BG ref ~ ~RiNymph-Stock
Baby Fawn stock ~ ~EasternBrumbyStock
Mother Fawn Stock ~ ~CapturingReality2010
Brushes ~ ~redheadstock
#Fawnlings ~ =Ehetere