All the first eight Hatchlings had just been born the other day. They all came out, looking like glistering black Pony foals. Complete with the short black mane and tail.
Predictions on this matter can be a fast hit and miss. With characteristics so utterly different and mixed in a bowl for a mix and match. Things tends to go this way and that.
Black looking Ponies sounds like the best possible reaction on the situation. Yet, it remains to be seen, just what they are. They have to grow up, before you can know.
I had been assigned to be the wet nurse and take care of her Foals, or Hatchlings as my mind keeps telling me. Yet, since they were born in a more Pony fashion, I guess it is still right and correct to refer to them as Foals.
As newly born, they don’t have solid food, but require me to be the wet nurse and feed them on the hour. Not each hour, but every time I see them giving signs of the hunger. It is new and uncertain to me. Yet, I had been told to take the shape, the form of the Queen in order for them to identify me as their Mother.
These are all the daughters of our new and highly beloved Queen, Pinkamena Diana Pie; otherwise known as Pinkie Pie. Odd name for a Changeling; particularly the Queen. Yet it is not my place to question her name.
What I care about is the safety of the charges I had been entrusted with, and to follow the lead towards my goal. I have my orders, the task is simple, as curious as it may feel to me. I am to see the charges safe in order for them to grow up and develop. It is the highest of honour to see to her Majesty’s first clutch.
I wake them up at first light and deliver their meal. One by one, I feed them. Line by line I approach them, stepping up and offer the spot at the nibble for them to feed.
Feelings conflicting, the castle is strange and very unlike the setting of the Hive I came from. As Royal as it feels, it is not a Hive of Changelings. Yet, it is the Home we had been granted, the home we had chosen.
I see another take the place to educate my charges, she is apparently a light purple and is addressed as Princess Twilight. Old habits die hard, as they say, and that is all too true. Maybe the Pony posing as teacher is the most eye yaring of them all. She is putting the hoof down on exactly everything I have problems to reconcile. She is no mere Pony, but the Princess and an Alicorn. She feels like the apex of magic. Yet, she is friendly and patient like few.
I am entrusted and thus I keep a close eye on each and every one, Foal or Hatchling, but they are mine to see safely through the day.
Then I was told to introduce a small group of foals to see to their development in a few weeks. Of course they are Changelings in disguise, but these guises are said to help us to foster them into the mature Changelings she desired them to be. The foals in question are; a yellow Earth Pony by the name of Apple Bloom, a white Unicorn by the name of Sweetie Belle and the third, a Pegasus by the name of Scootaloo. I expect to see them over in due time. By then, I will know what they will do for my charges. Since they are all fillies, I can but assume it has something to do with sharing their experience from growing up.
Now, after a few days in this guise, the persona had started to grow on me in an unexpected manner and with great intensity. Maybe it is her hyper personality and bright view on her life and life in general. Besides, I guess it is beneficial to me, the task set before me and the charges themselves. I can’t help but smile, even without actually trying. Maybe it is in how she would have reacted on the situation? I see the Foals smile and hear them laugh.
Is it who she is? She is not a clown. Yet, she manages to keep the entire village smiling. Now memories are starting to pop up unbidden. Situations and scenes out of her life. Situations that may be relevant to what she was like in the situation I am in, or what I am thinking.
Taking on the persona of her nurse had seemed strange and hard; yet now I see the wisdom in the choice, I had not been selected randomly. I know who I am and the place I had set before me; just as I know the friends around me in an uncanny and sometimes scary manner I could not deny.
Day by day; the once around me are growing closer to me, and I enjoy sharing in their joy and happiness, even when I am the cause of how they feel. Knowing they are feeling the same way, just with a very different perspective, with eyes different than mine. They are the friends of our Queen; Pinkie Pie, and they are now my friends as well; if in accepted guise, or in person. Now I know my friend Twilight Sparkle, for her genuine love of books and learning, just for the pure joy in learning of and by itself; no expectancy towards praises or other worldly rewards. I myself am enjoying my work, just to see the smiles on their faces.
Of course, the yellow mare known as Fluttershy; coming and going, caring for any and all; just as the genuine Pony who is kind and care for her charges and critters.
I rarely see Rainbow Dash; but know who she is and what she means to me and my friends, nonetheless. She is representing the Loyalty; towards friends, Queen and Hive.
There is also the generous Rarity; who is decorating our Hive, crafting beautiful clothes and accessories.
Applejack; the honest and hard-working Earth Pony whose work ethics is never wavering in the least, even when she herself is challenged.
Thinking of it, just as much as I had enjoyed to serve the breakfast to my charges; I am enjoying to serve them lunch, dinner supper and the final night meal. Not to say that I mind serving any of them an extra snack in between their scheduled meals either.
I am prepared to give them all they need, to see them drink their fill in the common manner of how a foal is enjoying her first meals. I imagine myself, giving a meal as I draw my last breath. The one true regret, is when I can not be there for them; for which ever reason there may be behind it, if it is by order or by my very own death.
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