AND THE MOME RATHS OUTGRABE
Most days Sarkis spent her time lost in her own little world, in her beautiful wonderland. Her life is filled with sunlight, with joy and rich scented flowers. The jungle vines cast swirling shadows to her backside, the macaws cry out at her passing, dotting the trees with vibrant candied hues. Life was wonderful, absolutely and remarkably wonderful. She side-stepped a familiar flower, one she had first come across when she was young. Much younger than she was now, only having spent 2 short years on the Earth. She smiles at the fond memory of the ‘sneezy flower’ and the afternoon she had spent with Rhy, learning about the balance of nature. She hadn’t before that considered how important balance might be to the world, but it was a lesson she did not soon forget.
Balance could never have kept her from the unease that struck her when Lagertha called them, could not keep her from crashing hazardously through the Jungle the way she did. She was a blaze of emotion, jumping past the overgrowth, striking the ground with long, wide strides. Something was wrong, she knew deep down, there would be no other reason for the army commander to call them. Her Mother was heavy with foal, Sarkis had watched her barrel widen to an amazing girth, expanding until it looked it might pop.
The roan filly didn’t even stop to acknowledge hardly anyone, she went straight to her Mother. ”Momma, momma?!” Her vocals faltered as she failed to hide her fear, her concern, her eyes widen to their whites. She openly cries like a child, a child that she is, afraid for the most important person in her life. Finally her eyes race to each of the other faces that surround the former Khaleesi, blinded with tears and questions. What was she going to do?