World of Our Own :Fic: Pierce flicked his tail nervously, unable to look away from the spot where his lovely mate Blossom lay, barely visible in long grass, her head dipped low. He’d been made to wait farther away than he’d liked while she’d suffered through labour; more than once, her pained groans had drawn him a step or two forward before he could help it. And when he’d heard that first feeble cry from his newborn child, concealed entirely by the grass, and Blossom’s soft, exhausted whinny in response, it had been almost more than he could bear to stay put until she called him. He had a distant memory of his father telling Aerynne and hi
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