Into the Ocean

He found her dark form with his unfocused gaze, realizing with a pang in his heart that this woman was not his mother. Erystotle didn’t have the energy to feel sorrow, but in the next few days the realization would really take over. Right now he was in shock, and simply surviving the cold would take all of his willpower left. As he asked for his mother his realization would only be set in stone as she denied him and offered a different name. ‘Lydia’ was her bestowed name. She asked him where his mother was and the memories of his last moments with her came back to him.

Though speaking hurt his dry throat he’d still croak out an answer, feeling more lucid with the blanket over him. ”She made me eat a plant,” he weezed, his head still laying on the ground as he tried to muster his strength. ”Then it was cold, and she was gone.” His voice was a whimper. He sighed heavily as she asked him to find his feet. He looked up at her again warily, doubting his abilities but willing to try.

Awkwardly the boy found the willpower to roll onto his side so he might start to get his feet beneath him. With his front paws curled beneath his chest he tried to straighten out his galaxy marked hind legs. With obvious effort his rump was slowly brought into the air on wobbly legs. He looked akin to a foal or fawn just born. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to finish the job. With another whine he managed to get himself onto his front legs and for the first time since he’d been abandoned he’d stand. Though how long that state might last was the better question.

He managed to focus his silver eyes on his rescuer, hoping she wouldn’t make him walk.