A Dawning

    "D-Da..?" Honey colored eyes went wide against a face that was finally losing its baby down. the tournaments had been so very exciting to watch, though often she had had to attend them by herself or with Dalia, though Solas had snuck in with her a couple of times. Naturally, she had prayed that her father would win, not knowing the effect it would have on her future. But, still, it was a shock. If rumors were to be believed, the former prince was a murderer. Would he resort to such actions again to take the crown?
    She stared up at her mother, dark and warm against the chilly dawn. Matilda liked to keep her away from Lor---King Rafe. Understandably so, as he had been a poor figure of a father thus far. But, now, Arazair was almost three. Her magic, hopefully, would be emerging soon, and she was leaving that awful, gangly baby stage behind. Not to say she was rounding out any more than she had, for she was still all legs and fey-like whispyness. but, at least she was no longer so boney. Would he accept her now?
    "Da is King?" Arazair looked at her little brother, healthy and fine and dark, then back to her dam, whose belly swelled with coming life. Both fawns of Lord Knock, one of her father's best supporters. With this news, her siblings and mother were safe... So why did she feel so dizzy?
    Traces of snow still lay in the shadows, blinding in the growing light of day. had there been flowers peaking from the cold white a moment ago? She vaguely registered the rustle of unfurling leaves, the feeling of being trapped at the legs overwhelimg as she felt something pull at her, as if from the inside. Her mother's voice, and an alarmed bleat from her brother seemed so far away, and the world went dark.

    "Send word to our new King that his first-born daughter has found her magic, and that it is strong." the golden filly blinked twice and knew that she was in the den, now in full leaf, and on a bed so soft. "M-mah-de? What happened?" But she knew, already, just by looking outside as she attempted to stand. flowers and grass had sprouted tall, and a stand of flowering vines, morning glories, twisted together where she had been standing. "I... I did that?" Her mother nodded and she yawned, giving up on her attempt to stand and examine her work. Sleep seemed so much more important now, though it was not long past dawn.