The off feeling that Mazikeen had noticed at the very beginning of her pregnancy had not gone away, though she couldn’t say for sure whether it was an actual physical feeling or just something in her head. It made her even more restless than normal - especially in the moments when Gale wasn’t around to distract her.
Feeling a little too embarrassed about her lack of knowledge to approach anyone else, she'd opted to quietly ask the floral bird Isilya had given them a few of her questions - and gained a little more knowledge about what she should expect as a result. None of it exactly made her feel better, but at least not everything was going to be a surprise.
Her naive thoughts about how being pregnant for more than a month was some kind of torture were pretty close to the mark.
Today she is patrolling as a snow leopard, her mind drifting in dozens of directions, when she spots two figures at the border. Mazikeen did not mind visitors in the slightest but she did have a preference for those with manners. And it is a bonus that she recognizes one of the visitors as Gale’s brother that she had met at the midsummer festival. She shifts into her horse self as she approaches, already with a friendly smile bright in her orange eyes. “Hey Nashua, it’s good to see you again.”
Her eyes flick to the colt. “Who’s this?” Though she supposes he’s probably one of the ‘dozen or so nieces and nephews’ Gale said he had. She grins at the him, and at the familiar colours she recognizes on his wings. “I like your wings.” And, because she’s not opposed to showing off a little - and because she’s trying to learn how to interact with foals before her own show up - she changes her coat to match the colours he’s displaying. It’s an effort not to glance at Nashua, feeling the same odd sort of nerves she had felt when she joined the brothers with their teasing - like maybe she's making a fool of herself.
@[Nashua] you're just getting all the posts from me