It doesn’t take long for someone to approach, just as she’d expected.
Her vibrant coat calls them like a moth to the flame, drawing their eyes and curiosity. And in the case of the first stallion - a red roan - her pregnant belly also brings concern. She smiles politely at his comment, appreciative of his concern. “I suppose so, but I don’t have much of a choice. It would not be safe for me to give birth when I do not have a home.” She’d be easy pickings for predators, or at least her child would be. And even though she has the faerie’s ‘gift’ to protect her, she’s never been a fighter - she doesn’t want to take that chance.
She eyes the stallion, hoping that he’s going to offer her such a home. He seems nice enough, and she’s desperate enough at this point that she’d be willing to take a lot worse. Unfortunately it doesn’t take long for ‘worse’ to join them as well.
The pale stallion slips in quietly, dragging a wing against her side. She shivers and pulls away, instantly uncomfortable. His words certainly don’t do anything to ease the feeling. “I …” She fumbles for a reply, but luckily the roan stallion steps in, chiding the pale stallion (she notices the red eyes with a start). Instinctively she steps closer to the roan, closer to protection. “I think I’ll stay here, thanks.”
syl
when you think of love do you think of pain?
Sorry for the wait!