Yarn Splash

(Written by Spiritburn)

Wing Weaver opened his eyes and watched in awe as the magical sparkles that had surrounded them while their eyes were closed came closer until between their arms it was such a blinding light that they couldn't see anymore. He had to force them closed again, but when he cracked them to see if it was safe, a little giggle greeted him. His eyes shot open and between him and his close friend was a little baby Aquine. They already had some algae stuck to the inside of the glass, and the water level was rather shallow, but that was to be expected of a newborn. He hoped that as the foal aged, the water level would rise from its hooves to the top of its legs, at least. Because that was the norm. for Aquines, and he didn't want his child to be picked on for low water levels.

While all of this ran through his mind, him and Haron made their way back out of the water and set the child down. Weaver then looked to his friend and gave her a smile.
"Is this what you wanted, my friend?" he asked as his feathered wings stretched out to let the sun dry them off. He hoped that his child wouldn't have the strange obsession with building things or the curiosity of flight that he had always held. But at the same time he knew that he wouldn't be in the picture that much as his child grew up. Heron was the one who seemed like she always wanted a child, and while he didn't mind in the least, he felt that it wasn't his place to try and raise the child along her side. After all, she had other friends that could help, and he wanted to get back to the mountains that he loved. That was definitely not a place for a young Aquine to go, but he hoped that when his child was old enough, they would see each other again.

Weaver bowed his head to nuzzle his child, then looked up at his friend.
"I'm going to go home, but I know you'll raise our little Aquine right. When it's safer to do so, I'd love for both of you to visit sometime."

"Wing, you better not crack yourself before we get the chance. I know you sometimes do stupid stuff up there, even if you deny it every time I see you. I know you're still safe, but I don't want to see you hurt, okay?" Heron responded, though the shyness from before was still evident as she looked down and away from the male. He just chuckled in reply, then turned to walk away. Yeah, things were going to be just fine.

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Written by Nessy (me):

Heron looked at her new foal and grinned.

Not that she'd wanted to be a mom, but this foal was something she'd MADE. With her own magic. And her friend. A foal that could have a better life than most others, becasue he'd be raised by a mother who'd teach him what working is about, with a dad who knew adventure.

She looked up to watch Wing walking away, before carefully picking up the foal.

He clinked his tiny hooves at his mom and giggled, the water sloshing around inside, the algae on the inside of his body matching hers, the multicolored water of his dad.

And several small bubbles, like the spot where he was formed, where the pond meets the river. Algae mixing with foam.

Heron kept walking back towards her home, the small foal on her back.

"What do I name him?" she thought. "What does one name their foal, how do you choose a name, a fate?"

When she arrived home, she set the foal in his crib, and went to prepare a bottle of spring water for him.

When she re-entered the room, the foal was across the room, out of his crib and inside a basket of sewing supplies. And stuck in his mane was a ball of yarn.

Heron grinned.

"You know what, little one? I think I'll call you Yarn Splash."

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By Nessy (me), First Person:

Oh hello! I'm Yarn Splash, the son of Heron Ponds and Wing Weaver.

Some ponies were teasing me about how I like yarn so much, so I beat them up. Every time I win a fight, I tie another piece of yarn around my glass, and every time I lose a fight, I take a piece off.

Mom is upset with me for fighting so much, but I can't help it! Yesterday, I had to fight someone who was calling mommy fat!