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// Small And White, Clean And Bright 
// Story: Fillies of the Night 
// by Drunk Luna 
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"Okay, Your Royal Highness, it's time to push again.  Ready? Push for ten seconds... one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.  Good, now breathe. The foal is almost out," the doctor announced.  Neoma took a deep breath and grabbed Silver's hoof, squeezing it tightly as yet another contraction surged through her body.  Pain radiated down her abdomen to her legs, and she cried out as her body urged her to push once more.  Suddenly, the air was filled with the loud cries of a newborn foal.
"Congratulations, Your Royal Highness, it's a filly!" the doctor proclaimed.  Neoma craned her neck to see her daughter as the nurses cleaned her off and swaddled her in a blanket.  Before she knew it, a tiny foal was placed in her hooves.  The filly's coat was as white as newly-fallen snow with a white mane and tail, and she had a silver horn.  Her eyes were an icy blue.  She looked around sleepily and yawned, stretching.
"She's perfect," Silver breathed.  "Neoma, you're so amazing.  I love you."  He kissed his wife gently.
"I love you, too," Neoma said.  As she pulled down the foal's blanket, she gasped.  Tucked around the filly's body were two feathery wings.  "She's an alicorn!" Neoma cried, shocked.  "Oh, she's beautiful!"  She gave the foal to Silver, who cuddled her close.
"You know," he said, "we never decided on a name."
"Edelweiss," Neoma said, almost automatically.  "I can't think of a better name."
"Edelweiss," Silver repeated.  "It's perfect for her.  Princess Edelweiss."