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Post by <Amy> on Mar 31, 2009 15:51:49 GMT -6
Taylor Stone && Lady in White && Fantasia
The barn had been closed up for a while but Taylor had gotten special permission from Amy to hang around. She'd been doing it a lot recently, or at least for the past few days. Lady, her dressage Gypsy Vanner, was so close to foaling that Ty knew it wouldn't be long before she'd have a foal to baby and someday train. That was why Taylor was still hanging around the stable even though it was nearly eight thirty at night and even Amy had headed home for the night. Of course Ty knew Amy would be back to check up on her really early in the morning but she had an understanding with the stable owner as to why she'd rather sleep in a horse stall or in the lounge rather than head home and leave Lady totally alone so close to her foaling.
So, Ty sat with her back against Lady's stall door. It had happened about half an hour ago that Lady had started to pace. Even now Ty could hear her hooves shuffling the deep sawdust bedding in the large stall as she paced. Occasionally Lady would snort or squeal though Ty couldn't tell if it was from restlessness or pain. Tonight was the night and Taylor felt wired, as if she'd just drank ten Red Bulls. Her knees were drawn up, arms resting on her knees and her hands flexing as she waited impatiently.
A few weeks ago she had played this same waiting game with Amaris and Forgotten Dream, the Warlander mare that had carried Invisible Ink's first foal. Even now Ty could hear the big bay mare in her stall with the still rather small light bay colt that had yet to be named. Still Taylor didn't get up and go baby the colt or visit Dream. Lady needed her now and Ty would be there. Pushing herself up, Taylor stood up straight and looked into the stall. Her mare, seventeen point two hands tall, was nearly solid white except for the black on the sides of her face. Beyond the swollen belly Taylor could still see the strong, fluid legs that could dance around a dressage ring. Soon enough the mare wouldn't have that swollen belly.
"Come on Lady, you can do it" Taylor murmured to the mare.
Lady snorted loudly and whinnied, going to the corner of her big stall and laying down. Five minutes later the mare was up again, pacing three times around the stall before once again laying down. A fine sheen of sweat was beginning to appear of the white coat and Ty bit her lip, leaning on the stall door and waiting. Lady snorted and tossed her head around before letting out her loudest whinny yet.
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Post by Free on Apr 6, 2009 4:41:57 GMT -6
[/color] She had been worried about Silly, seeing as she was still having a little trouble when riding even though the injury was healed by now. Armelia looked at the Friesian mix mare who snorted and looked around curiously but at the same time not. A smile was formed on the young females’ lips, the mare was settling in rather well. The night was falling but she really just didn’t want to go and had asked Amy to stay the night. She had been allowed; she just had to keep quite due to the pregnant mares’. Good night Silly. The female sent the mare a blow kiss until she walked slowly into the stable. The lights in one of the birthing stalls were open. She frowned but decided not to walk inside; she hadn’t noticed the girl, yet. Twister murmured softly and moved inside his stall when he greeted her. He nudged her lovingly and she smiled at her stallion, he was such a sweetheart. She stroke his forehead and walked towards the other pair that had caught her attention. The eighteen hand cobber colored mare was calm and sweet as she nudged the sister of hr owner. Armelia smiled and kissed the mare’s neck until she patted the thoroughbred mix’ neck. Six looked at her with a half interest but caught the treat she had given him without hesitating.
Suddenly hearing a loud neigh Jumper looked towards the birthing stall. Alto looked as well and now noticed the other female. She didn’t really know what to do but decided to at least check if the other girl wanted her help, or something like that. She stepped up loud enough for the pair to hear but smooth so it wouldn’t startle them. Looking beside them she spoke in a hushed whisper not wanting to startle the birthing mare. Hi, how long until she’s completely in labour? The seventeen looked towards the other girl with a gentle smile. She really didn’t want to cause any trouble and she clearly didn’t want to try and stress out the mare and kept a fair distance beside her well now to be sold horse. The large Oldenburg gave her a nudge until he went back to the hay and she noticed Dutch being behind almost half asleep. She still remembered the first time meeting that gentle giant. Her eyes however went easily towards the female again and she waited for the answer. She couldn’t wait for the foal to be born though because she loved it when a new life came to the earth.
››ooc ;; Well, I figured, they have a pretty equal past actually so why not ^^ Maybe they’ll even be bestfriends lol.
››muse ;; Ok
››words ;; 429
››copyrights ;; Character and work is ® by Free and Free only.[/blockquote][/font] |
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Post by <Amy> on Apr 6, 2009 5:11:10 GMT -6
Lady nickered and tossed her head, bending her front legs to lay down again in the thick sawdust bedding. Taylor worried her bottom lip, eager for this to be over so Lady would be out of harm's way. Still, recently a lot of foals had been bred and born successfully so...maybe Lady probably wouldn't be the first to had complications. Nature had been doing these kinds of things for billions of years right? What where the chances that after dozens of vet visits that Lady would still have problems birthing? Taylor hoped those chances were zip, zero, nada, nonexistent. Maybe that would be too much to ask because there had to be a first time for everything but...she tried to be positive about it.
"Come on Lady, come on girl" Taylor murmured.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when someone came up from the aisle and spoke, asking about Lady's labor time. Taylor looked around and saw a semi-familiar face she'd seen around the stable. Her name started with an A right? Abby, Ashley? Something like that. Taylor offered a weak, worried smile as she looked back at Lady just in time to see the front hooves. The smile grew a little as Taylor looked back at the girl.
"Shouldn't be too long now" Taylor told her. Taylor turned her attention back to Lady, not wanting to go into the stall with her because she didn't want Lady to freak out. She was a first time mother, prone to panic and she may feel crowded and accidentally hurt the foal.
Lady whinnied and blew heavily through her nostrils, pushing the foal painfully into the world. Taylor winced sympathetically for her dressage horse. Birth was a painful thing and all Taylor had to say was, the pain was probably why Taylor would never get pregnant. That wasn't a problem since she kept her distance from the male population of the stable and hadn't had a boyfriend or even just a boy friend in over two years. Matt Laren didn't count. She didn't call him a friend. Just an annoyance.
With one last push, Lady brought the foal into the world, wet and covered in gunk. Relieved of her burden, Lady in White sighed and reached around to start cleaning the baby's nose and mouth of mucus. The foal made a strange squeaking sound, like a half formed high-pitched neigh and leaned into its mother's attempts to clean it.
Taylor's smile grew and she had to fight the urge to jump around and go in and hug Lady. "Oh my god! Lady you did it!" Taylor declared, grinning from ear to ear.
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