Behave yourself little Darling ( Magnus, Johnathen, Any)

[Becca]

The Golden Princess

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale, I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, Lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, I was a dreamer before you went and let me down, Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around

Chuckling as her child bounded forwards barreling into her side, she gently nuzzled him, " I'm glad to here you made a friend." she nipped his mane in a playful manner. She hadn't known that Magnus had adopted a foal. It made her wonder a bit more of who he actually was, knowing little of his background she kept to herself not to open healed wounds stuffed with history.

"That's wonderful Magnus." she smiled, golden locks swayed in the wind. While she was in the field something else happened, something big that could grow the numbers of the Gate by one. Yet, not to tell she kept her little secret. Sure it wasn't quite obvious yet, her barrel had not showed any form of her expecting. Although soon enough everyone would know, " I'm glad to here more faces have joined. I was considering recruiting." she spoke cooly. She wished to perhaps rank up if that was even possible at the moment with her little package.

She also felt as that she was being useless around the gates, she needed something to do. Quite often she would find herself doing nothing, or simply grazing out of boredom. Yes, she had a child to take care of and soon to have another yet, if she had to take another minute of doing nothing she would blow her brains out, metaphorically of course.

becca

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