08-26-2017, 08:57 PM
The ebony mare is unabashed by her fiery companion. For Fiato was known to love company. The brewing life inside of her stirred, a feeling only she could know.
Then what if something goes wrong? They get hurt, or sick, or die..
The thoughts plagued the mare, her heart stuttering. As quickly as the questions appeared the answers swam in to disperse them.
If the child were to get hurt she would be there to help them, that was her job. If they got sick she would nurse them back to help as her mother had done for her.
Death... This answer was blunt but true.
Death came for everyone. No one had ever been immune, but if they were to die young than they were to die young, and she would do all she could to prevent this.
"You are if I am correct razgandesc , no?"
(that means 'mind/thought changer in romaniannn)
Her gaze in unchanging, dark eyes trained ahead as she continues to walk, the other at her side. For the thoughts that swirled in her mind were clearly not her own, and where else could they have come from?
"My name is Fiato and I do not appreciate your intrusions."
For once the seal colored doe had challenge laced in her words, an unspoken warning to the flame licked newcomer.