"Hazelwind, I think it's time," Echofrost wheezed. Hazelwind entwined his neck with hers, crying silent tears. "You'll be okay, Echofrost." He whinnied for Sweetroot. The elderly mare came cantering over to them. "What is it?" She asked. "Echofrost is birthing!" Hazelwind brayed, his hooves prancing. "Come with me," Sweetroot instructed Echofrost. She turned to the buckskin stallion. "Hazelwind, it would be better if you came after she births. Please wait here," and with that, she and his mate galloped (or, in Echofrost's case, hobbled as fast as she could due to the cramps ((gross ik))) towars the birthing cave, leaving Hazelwind alone in the mid of night. He pranced, paced, rattled his feathers, tried everything to calm himself, but to no avail. He faced the matter with annoyance; there was no other option but to wait. He looked up at the moon. It was full and it had just come to rest in the centre of the entire night sky. Hazelwind stared up at the black roan pasture with stars littered all over it. A sudden thought of peace struck him. "Is my mate looking at the same beautiful scene?" He asked out loud. He knew the answer. She was birthing, how could she be relaxed and calm, wasting her time looking at a night sky, especially when her mate was not allowed to watch her give birth? A shooting star shot by the moon, and Hazelwind found his mind screaming a wish. "I wish our foal is as beautiful as I imagine them to be," he whispered up at the sky. "And I wish they will give us endless joy, as I imagine them to give us." Suddenly. his thoughts were broken by a whinny. "Hazelwind," Sweetroot had trotted to his side. "Come meet your new filly."
Hazelwind galloped over to the birthing cave, too excited for his mind to think at the moment. He galloped to his mate; to his family. Echofrost saw him rush in and greeted him with an excited, amused nicker. She was curled around a small silver ball. "Shh," she silently hushed as the silver ball flicked one of it's ears. It was silver with a vibrant golden mane and tail. It had dark points on its muzzle, ears, and legs. Its wings were indigo dipped in black. Their foal suddenly squirmed onto its back, emitted a silent whinny of annoyance when it couldn't flip itself over. "It's a filly," Echofrost whispered, a smile spreading itself across her lips. The filly stood up, now awake, and observed everything. But no sooner had it stood up then it tumbled back down again. It whinnied in annoyance again. Hazelwind darted foward, scooping up the silver filly in his wings. Scooping up his daughter in his wings. He studied her, and he couldn't find or form words of any sort. Finally, he murmered, "She is... perfect." He gave her back to his mate. The filly wriggled out of his wings and instead sat down in a pool of moonlight that had poured into the cave. Echofrost nickered. "What are we going to name her?" She asked Hazelwind. "I'll leave you three alone," Sweetroot smiled and stepped out of the cave. Hazelwind processed his mate's question. "I'm thinking Echomoon." He said. "Because she has your coat, and because she's staring at the moon." Echofrost agreed, and they snuggled around their curious filly, who had closed her amethyst eyes and curled into a ball in the moonlight.