Iris whickered softly at her twin colts. They were both the spitting image of her. She was proud of her heirs, her little Princes. Though she didn't know why she thought of them as such. She had to treasure every second of her time with them before she went to warhorse training.
The humans were making their way through the rest of her herd-sisters. Gelvin and Glory had gone before her, so there were still ten foals left to be born. Suddenly, chaos erupted in the birthing stall Gelvin was in. Glory and Iris watched in shock as Gelvin broke down the stall door and galloped outside, her foals close behind her. Glory and Iris quickly pricked their ears to hear what was going on.
"My love, they mean to separate us!" Gelvin cried out. "Please, take me again so we may stay together! If we show how skilled we are at breeding, hopefully you may stay as a stud!"
What soon followed was the distinctive sound of horses mating. Glory and Iris shook their heads. They cared for their mates, but Gelvin was painfully devoted to hers. Humans shouted outside, no doubt separating the horses.
Gelvin was led back into her stall. She held her head high proudly. A human examined her.
"Pregnant. With triplets. We cannot tend to her here."
"Her behavior was odd," a second human commented. "More intelligent than one would expect."
"She is a Witch's Pony," the first human pointed out. The second one shrugged.