RORY
i told the stars about you
Rory was sitting on a sturdy piece of fencing, his back turned towards the rest of the farm, attention on the goat herd browsing the sparse spring grasses. Ella, the more herd-y of the two dogs, was snoozing below him. A little further out, looking like giants among the goats, the three ponies wandered, and here and there kids capered and jumped and slept and did all manner of things that goat kids were expert at. Usually it involved mischief and bothering other living things.He was perched where he was because of a goat lying some five-ten yards ahead of him; the herd had given her space, and Rory wasn't doing more than watching. She was eight years old or something, and had had plenty of kids before, so he wasn't worried. He just liked watching when he caught on to that a kidding was about to happen, just in case.
And besides, it was nice to take a moment to just .. be. Sit. Breathe. Listen. Watch. His hands were folded together for warmth and hung between his knees, still and calm for once. He'd noticed she began showing the first signs of labor that morning, and now she had entered the second stage of it, as evident by the fact that she was choosing to lie down. The first contractions had started, too.
Vaya, the black dog, was doing Dog Things™ around the yard when Remi rode in on his spectacular and majestic unicorn. She barked to announce their visitors, tail wagging proudly over her back as she trotted towards them, giving a couple of more barks for good measure (and probably to assert the fact that though they were welcomed guests, this was her domain).
Rory looked over his shoulder. It was difficult not to recognize the sleek, black form Isla inhabited these days, and he was briefly bitter about the fact that she was not a stallion.
Then again.......... That was also just weird.
So he settled for being content with the fact that his horses likely did not experience jealousy when looking at her. Raising an arm he waved to the alchemist, waiting for him to come over.
