:: With a quick catch of wind, the young f'morra suddenly stiffened. The spasm of pain was sharp and rending. Something tremendous was happening to her. Something vital, overpowering. Not moments later, the pian was gone. She rose to her feet, and orbs caught sight of a tiny creature. The smell of her had a oneness of her own. Tiny beady pools gaze into her own, and ivory maiden realizes that this little tyke was her own. She nudges the flicka to elevate onto slender pillars. Faltering, the young roan bodice slowly rises. Reine you shall be called. Reine for the queen you are.. She urges the new young Reine to follow femme, to meet her sire. ::