you can't be wild and then be tame
She isn't sure exactly why the bald mare is so brash with her. Prague is clearly missing the big picture but eventually she assumes it will come back. "What do you mean what happened in here? If you know more about me than I do myself, feel free to fill me in," she says rather sarcastically.
At least the other mare is kind, although she isn't sure of her name she tries to put her feelers out, slowly she passes through the thick skull, sliding through mucus membranes and stimulates the light-winged mare's brain. Pomona she whispers inside the girls head, then decided to make it known otherwise, "Pomona, it's nice to meet you. I'm new here. Scorch, where would you like to see me work?" this is the most subservient Prague has been in her entire life, surely Scorch would take advantage of having a magician around with old magic. Prague was a rather docile magician even in her youth, she wasn't very showy but she could cause avalanches, earthquakes, monsoons and any other disasters you fancied. The iron mare gets a sharp pain in her temple, her ears pinning to her head and a grunt escapes her. It's all too much, she feels weak and soon after things slowly circle into tunnel vision. It becomes rather static in her brain, there's lots of fuzz and the images of Scorch and Pomona slowly meld together in some strange form.
She knows something is wrong now, her body is backfiring on her and she is unable to heal herself at this moment. "Hel" she says before a hacking cough sets in and white foam surfaces on her lips, her front legs tucking beneath her as her hindquarters slowly followed (her pregnant belly sticking further out), she then wonders how she got pregnant...life is so strange. Life is even stranger when you feel as if you're dying.