I want to swim away but don't know how
Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
To keep her mind busy from her wounds, Roseen had taken up thinking of possible names for her foal. Knowing not whether it would be a filly or colt, she fancied picking names for both genders. Already she had come up with a few good ones, but part of her wanted to wait and see what her foal is like before picking one for sure. That way it would be most fitting. However, it was difficult to keep herself distracted. Her chest was still squeezing uncomfortably, while she kept forcing Leilan to the back of her mind before she would start crying again. No matter how much she kept her mind off of him, her body naturally ached with the pain she tried to ignore, as if it wouldn’t let her forget so easily. But she had become determined to not be weakened by her pain. Right now, the only thing that truly mattered was her foal.Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
Up ahead, the figure of another horse appeared from the skies. The grullo paint didn’t look familiar to the sooty bay. But that was no surprise. She managed to smile, even just a little, when she was greeted in such a welcoming manner. But as she prepared to give a reply to the mare’s question she was instantly stopped. Nalia’s sudden change and rush of words made Roseen blink in puzzlement, her dark eyes reflecting her curiosity. Why did Nalia seem so worried all of a sudden?
But nonetheless, she was grateful for the kindness she was receiving. With eyes softening, she answered in an equally gentle tone, “I thank you for your generous offer. A safer place would be lovely.” So far she hasn’t had any troubles with her pregnancy, other than feeling tired all the time. The distance she traveled to get from the River to Nerine had left her completely drained, desperate for sleep. But now, something new came over her. An aching in her belly. But she brushed it off for the time being, for her mind switched to another horse’s sudden appearance.
Breckin...
As the leopard mare gave quick thanks for Nalia’s actions, Roseen was frozen. Eyes wide, she stared at Breckin, all of her regret and guilt returning to weigh heavy in her chest. She wasn’t expecting to actually be fearful of the other mare. Wait, no. She was fearful of Breckin learning the truth. That none other than the stallion she loved had sired Roseen’s unborn foal. She couldn’t even bring herself to question how Breckin would react. The answer was too frightening to her. Either way, she knew Breckin would be hurt. She had been kind to Roseen; she didn’t deserve the kind of pain the sooty bay has caused herself.
So, she forced a surprisingly convincing smile, and politely replied, “I’d like that, thank you. The trip here was absolutely exhausting.” That’s right, she couldn’t show her true feelings, she couldn’t show how terrified and hurt she really was. She needed to pretend that all was well, as not to make Breckin suspicious.
ROSEEN
a nomad
@[Breckin] @[Nalia]