by Fuzzyfurvert
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“Twilight, you gathered the ingredients most deft! I can make the potion now.” Zecora raised an eyebrow. “You say it is for yourself?”
Twilight nodded and dropped the bag she carried on Zecora’s milling table. Flowers with bright petals, long bladed blue grasses, red strawberries and black glossy seeds spilled from inside. Chuckling to herself, Twilight scooped the ingredients back into the sack with a swipe of her magic grip.
“Yes, it’s for me.” Twilight blushed. “We talked about it, and honestly, it’s better that I’m the one to be incapacitated for any great length of time. She needs to be ready for anything that might crop up.”
“I see. It is for the best.” Zecora shrugged and stepped over to start sorting the contents of Twilight’s bag and start making the potion. “Remember, even with this potion, you will still need rest.”
“I understand!” Twilight blushed again. It was embarrassing enough that she had to get the poultice made specifically. Avoiding the paparazzi meant coming to the one pony she trusted enough to craft the complex mixture, and that meant telling Zecora why she needed it.
Zecora’s wise mentorship was important to her, and she didn’t want to jeopardize it by bringing her personal life into their relationship too often. Surprisingly, the exotic mare took everything in stride. She’d even congratulated Twilight on taking her relationship with Celestia a step further.
“To be done with pregnancy quickly, I will give your body haste.” Zecora chopped up the blue grass into confetti sized pieces and dropped them into one of her smaller cauldrons. “Sip but once every day or it will go to waste. In one moon, not nine, you will birth your foal just fine. If a girl you have, can the name you give it be mine?”