A chrysalis rested inches in the mud. Its green, oblong shape was speckled with the sticky substance of the bog. It almost appeared to have risen from the murky depths of the ground. Inside rested a small donkey. Its long legs stressed the side of its jade home. Cracks had already begun to form along its surface and the mud had begun to seep in. The small creature inside stirred with discomfort. It was slick and now it smelled so strange. He opened his eyes, they were alight with anger. He kicked hard with all legs, shattering his muddy prison.

The results of this sudden action were no to his liking. Instead of getting out of the mud, the little donkey found himself rolling in it as he struggled to gain his footing. His hooves kept sinking into the mud as he attempted to drag himself out of the mud. It took so much effort that his thin legs were shaking by the time he clambered on to a flat rock.

The foal collapsed on the solid ground, his nostrils flaring from the strain. His neck was stretched over the rock, his eyes wandering the area. Not far from him he could see another stone that seemed to be much like his. The pale foal blinked, staring at the stone. He could sense something was soon to happen.

@dandelion

Indeed, the stone that the donkey had spotted was a chrysalis- and one that was preparing to break, at that. Inside was a small foal, tiny for a horse, that had been sleeping peacefully for several days now.

She had awoken, once, to a world of white and comforting fluid, and she had found it to her liking, and went back to sleep.

But the novelty of a plain white shell had soon worn off, and the little horse was not one for endless dreaming- now, she was ready to emerge.

She tensed within her chrysalis, back legs preparing. Then, suddenly, she kicked out, bucking against the chrysalis's white shell. It crumbled easily- so easily it caught the young Gembound off guard. She tumbled, back-first, out of the hole in the chrysalis, and got stuck. She flailed her back legs for a minute, calling out childish, half-formed words; mostly stuff about how stupid the chrysalis was.

She could probably use some help.

@Ren

Ren still rested with his on the rock, but his eyes never left the white chrysalis not far from him. His comically long ears were angled towards the pale form, his eyes burning with curiosity. He had sworn he saw it move. Then, all at once, the white stone shattered and out tumbled a little creature that looked just a bit like him in shape. It was very small and seemed to be struggling.

He rose slowly. His long legs shook as he struggled to balance. It was making sounds of distress that the little donkey could understand. Once again he traversed the muddy grounds, with just a little more confidence this time. The mud sucked at his hooves, making him grimace.

When he arrived he pushed his nose against the side of the little horse and attempted to roll them over. As he pushed, his little hooves slid and he was barely able to roll them on their side. Ren gave a satisfied snort and looked down at the little horse.

"Who you?" His vocabulary seemed lacking, but it got his point across.

@dandelion

The little Gembound pushed her legs down into the mud, wobbling unsteadily as she attempted to stand for the first time. She looked over at the bigger creature, giving him a small smile. Her stance was odd and unsteady, but it was a marked improvement from her earlier state of laying down in the mud.

He spoke to her, and she tilted her head, registering his words. What was she? Well, the answer was obvious, wasn't it?

"My legs like you! I- I you!" What, exactly, the other Gembound was, was a matter for another question.

@Ren