During the past couple of months her barrel had started to swell, showing her pregnancy quite clearly even though she was still in the early stages. Perhaps due to her slight underweight state – which was even noticeable though her winter coat – or maybe because of her small build. Or both for that matter. That she was carrying twins was the last thing on her mind. And it was not like the blue roan girl had any experience when it came to children. She was young, only 3 years old, and didn’t have any younger siblings either. Only a half-brother which she hadn’t met. There was nobody that had prepared her for this, and Igni was obviously not ready.
Even though that she was relieved to be home and knew that she would be safe here – or that was what she honestly believed and wanted to believe – she was extremely skittish. Igni was on the edge of sanity, if you could consider her sane in the first place. Each and every little sound or sudden movements put her into the fleeing mode. She was so, so tired, but at the same time she couldn’t catch her sleep either. Upset, exhausted, confused, anxious, heart broken. Every single one of those words described the blue roan’s state perfectly.