cold in the violence after the war
hope is a fire to keep us warm
If she had been distracted of late, well, who could blame her? It seems everything in her life had chosen this particular moment to come spiraling together to crash in infamous glory. Ok, perhaps not this exact moment, but close enough. Either way, it all comes down to the same thing.
Life inevitably resumes.
As evidenced by the rapid growth of her friend’s belly. Which she’d, uh, tactfully mentioned, last time she’d seen her. She still wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, truth be told. Couldn’t really wrap her head around the thought of children. All of which told her at least one thing for certain - she is absolutely not ready to be a mother herself. Nevermind the fact that the reality of children had never once entered her head as a possibility until Lilli had turned up pregnant.
So, naturally, it would be her luck to stumble upon the small group of pregnant mares.
At first it’s not entirely obvious. She notices Lilli and Eurwen of course, her step quickening as a delighted smile immediately begins curling her lips. The third mare is unknown to her, and equally as strange looking as she herself. However, the fact that neither Eurwen nor Lilli seem particularly distressed by her presence sets her at ease.
She arrives just in time to hear Lilli’s wry comment, causing a flash of chagrin to cross her masked features. Though as she draws to a halt and begins noticing, er… details, she quickly understands what had inspired the comment.
“Wait, are you all pregnant??” she asks thoughtlessly, realizing only belatedly that could have probably been a bit more tactful. “Good gods, there must be something in the air.”
Brazen