A small, but bloated gray mare walked slowly into the lands. She wanted to trot, but the jolt as her hooves hit the ground made her wince in pain. Her abdomen was practically on fire as it was, and she squealed as another kick jabbed at her from inside. "Je ne sais pas combien de plus long je peux prendre à ceci!" she muttered, her tail flying up to swish agitatedly at her swollen stomach.
"Oh, Silver Knight, you better come soon!" she called out, looking around. The land around her seemed fuzzy and she wasn't seeing quite clearly. She was trying with all of her might to keep the foal inside of her, but she was ready to blow.
A string of French cursing streamed from her lips as she lay down as softly as she could. She groaned and kicked out in anger and pain. "Je ne sais pas si je pourrai donner naissance à ce poulain s'il donne un coup de pied ainsi!

Translation:
1. I do not know how much the longer I can take this!
2. I don't know if I will be able to give birth to this foal if it kicks so!

The foal was practically pushing through her. "Knight!" Michelle screamed out in desperation. Useless thing! Where was he? What could be more important than the birth of his first foal?! She couldn't hold off for much longer. He had better hurry! She knew that she would be in labor for the rest of the night, but she would not let the foal escape her until Silver Knight got here! Her stubborn streak was the only thing holding out, now. She would be in pain all night, but the foal was not to be born until the next morning - she was sure of that.

((OOC: Sorry, abby, but I've gotta have this baby today - Michelle can't wait any longer! :( ))

Dawn had broken over the horizon, and Michelle blinked up at the bright, new sun that was beginning to rise overhead. It was a beautiful day with a cool breeze. A wonderful day for her foal to be born, but there was only one problem - Silver Knight was still missing. However, nature was unmerciful, and the foal was still pushing to get out. She decided that she could not hold off much longer.
Suddenly, her water broke, and her ears immidiately flew back in anger and pain. She wasn't ready, no - it would have to wait! But the baby was not going to wait. It began pushing right away and Michelle had no choice but to help it along. It was twenty minutes before the head was almost all of the way out.
Blood and fluids rushed from the small, gray mare and her eyes were distant. She squealed and whinnied in pain, but she was only greeted by the soft echoes off of the trees around her. She cursed and cried and cursed again until the baby was halfway through.
She turned her head to gaze upon her child, but she could not see much. It was just a big, wet mess from what she could see. Suddenly, a great pains shot through her body like a bullet and she groaned and moaned in pain. Then, before she knew it, the foal was out!
She sighed heavily as her whole body relaxed. She lay in quiet, her eys closed as she regained her strength. That had been the most taxing and painful thing that she had ever done, but look what she had now! Her first foal! Finally, she lifted her head and her green eyes scanned the small thing that was laying motionlessly beside her. She craned her neck and inspected the dark, messy thing. How had such a small, helpless being have caused her so much pain?
It was hard to imagine feeling anything but remorse for the wet, alien-looking being, but Michelle was suddenly filled with a sense of pride. This was her child - her baby - and she was going to love it forever!

The poor, helpless thing! Michelle couldn't help but fall in love at first sight! She was turned fully, now, so that she was facing her child and she began to lick the small creature softly so as to get all of the excess fluids off of it. As she did this, she also inspected the small foal. Its eyes were the color of Knights, but they were bright and inquisitive like its mother's. It had a dark gray coat, but Michelle knew that it would grow lighter as it grew. As she ventured into the lower regions, Michelle found that it was a beautiful baby girl.
"Now, what to name you?" she asked, gazing at the small thing. The filly sneezed daintily to clear her nasal passages and blinked up at her mother. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Michelle cooed. "How about Beau? It means lovely in French. I will have to teach you French once you grow older. How about Beau, do you like it?"
The filly raised its head and blinked at Michelle once more.
"No, you're right, that won't do. How about Cheri? That means darling!"
The filly plopped her head back down on the ground as if nonplussed.
"Well, what name /do/ you like, then?" Michelle asked, her mind turning as she gazed down at her first-born daughter. "I've got it!" she finally exclaimed, tossing her head in joy. "We'll call you Isabella! Yes, that's a beautiful name, don't you think?"
The filly looked up once more at all of Michelle's excitement and sneezed again.
"Yes! Isabella it is, then! My little Izzy, my little Bella!" She couldn't wait to tell Knight! He would be so proud! "Just wait until you meet your father, little Bella! He'll be so excited to see you!"

Michelle stood slowly, testing her weight on her wobbly legs. She felt like a newborn herself. "Ah, mon, accouchement est fatigant!" Michelle muttered to herself. Finally, she was standing peacefully on her four legs. "Well, come now, little one! Don't you want to join me? Come on, you can stand - I'm sure." She nudged the young filly but Isabella simply continued to look up at her mother confusedly. "Come on! Up at 'em!" Michelle persisted.
Isabella stirred and thrust her legs out from under her, but refused to move further.
"Come on, little lady! Sweet Bella, dearest Izzy, please stand, now!" She nipped the filly's withers lightly
Isabella squealed and stumbled to her small hooves. She wobbled uneavenly, but continued to raise herself up until she collapsed once more. She seemed unwilling to try again, but with a little bit of encouragement from her mother again, she stood once more on her thin legs.
It took two more times for her to stand without falling, and then four more times until she could take the three steps to reach her mother. "Là vous êtes, le petit," Michelle encouraged her as the filly searched for her milk underneath the mare.
She suckled happily and while she did, Michelle hummed queitly to her.

"Oh ain't she sweet? Well see her walking down that street.
Yes I ask you very confidentially: Ain't she sweet?

Oh ain't she nice, well look her over once or twice.
Yes I ask you very confidentially: Ain't she nice?

Just cast an eye in her direction.
Oh me oh my, ain't that perfection?
Oh I repeat: Well don't you think that's kind of neat?
Yes I ask you very confidentially: Ain't she sweet?

Oh ain't she sweet? Well see her walking down that street.
Well I ask you very confidentially: Ain't she sweet?

Oh ain't that nice? Well look it over once or twice.
Yes I ask you very confidentially: Ain't she nice?

Just cast an eye in her direction.
Oh me oh my, ain't that perfection?
Oh I repeat
Well don't you think that's kind of neat?
Yes I ask you very confidentially: Ain't she sweet?

Oh ain't she sweet? Well see her walking down that street.
Well I ask you very confidentially: Ain't she sweet?

Well I ask you very confidentially:
Ain't she sweet?"

Translation:
1. Oh, my, childbirth is tiring!
2. There you are, little one.