Epilogue
On a beautiful morning nine months later, Lell went into labor. Cim ran to get the midwife and then lay outside their cave watching anxiously while his mate struggled inside.
After an hour a beautiful grey-green filly lay on her side in the cave. Her mother urged her to get up, which she did after falling a few times. When the filly was finally nursing, Lell heaved a sigh as Cim walked in. He nuzzled his mate, who was very tired, and leaned against her to steady her trembling legs.
"What should we name her?" Cim asked.
"Something for her coloring, no one is green." Lell replied.
"Algae? Ummm . . . Clover? Shamrock? Fern?"
"I like Clover. Sounds sweet."
"Lovely Lell had sweet Clover."
"Don't joke about things like this."
"I wasn't joking, love."
"Yes, you were."
"No, I wasn't."
"Yes, you were."
"Okay, yes I was, I'm sorry."
"Quit it! You're always sorry and"-
"Hush. You'll disturb Clover."
"Okay, I love you."
"As I will always love you."