04-22-2021, 06:53 PM
Mazikeen
The mention of Tephra, and specifically the waterfall and magicians there, turns Mazikeen’s forced smile into one of curiosity and interest. She’s very glad Gale knows these things - she’d been to Tephra a couple times but her mind had been elsewhere and not on learning about the jungle kingdom. “Oh yeah? That’s a good idea.” Then she’s distracted by what he says next. Pregnant! Wouldn’t that be a trip. At first, she grins back, returning the bump against his navy shoulder with affectionate ease.
But the word sticks in her mind and she stills, replying quietly after a moment in thoughtful silence. “Okay, but… what if… what if I am?” She shifts her stance so she can look at him easier - her orange gaze fixed on him, watching for his reaction. She feels a flutter of anxiety with a dash of excitement at the idea herself… but mostly anxiety because if it’s true they have barely even discussed the idea never mind planned for it to happen. “I was mostly guessing about the whole winter thing - I mean that is when you see pregnant mares, right, and I thought it made sense what with the keeping warm and because pregnancies lasting for more than a few months sounds like some kind of torture but I don’t really know a lot about it…”
Mazikeen tries not to shift where she stands, tries not to give any attention to the new worries that are rising up - like whether Gale will be mad at her for not knowing these things and she had successfully messed up their peace again. Or whether this something that will bring more complications than joy if it’s true. She remains still and feels like she's holding her breath waiting even as she says one more thought out loud. “And I wasn’t always a mare...” She wonders now if it made a difference, the fact that they weren’t always horses. Was timing less important for other species? Did they have different mating seasons and she and Gale had strayed into one? There are absolutely a hundred questions burning in her mind but she stops herself from saying anything more because if she starts talking she’s not entirely sure she’s going to shut up until every single one of them is out.
But the word sticks in her mind and she stills, replying quietly after a moment in thoughtful silence. “Okay, but… what if… what if I am?” She shifts her stance so she can look at him easier - her orange gaze fixed on him, watching for his reaction. She feels a flutter of anxiety with a dash of excitement at the idea herself… but mostly anxiety because if it’s true they have barely even discussed the idea never mind planned for it to happen. “I was mostly guessing about the whole winter thing - I mean that is when you see pregnant mares, right, and I thought it made sense what with the keeping warm and because pregnancies lasting for more than a few months sounds like some kind of torture but I don’t really know a lot about it…”
Mazikeen tries not to shift where she stands, tries not to give any attention to the new worries that are rising up - like whether Gale will be mad at her for not knowing these things and she had successfully messed up their peace again. Or whether this something that will bring more complications than joy if it’s true. She remains still and feels like she's holding her breath waiting even as she says one more thought out loud. “And I wasn’t always a mare...” She wonders now if it made a difference, the fact that they weren’t always horses. Was timing less important for other species? Did they have different mating seasons and she and Gale had strayed into one? There are absolutely a hundred questions burning in her mind but she stops herself from saying anything more because if she starts talking she’s not entirely sure she’s going to shut up until every single one of them is out.
@[Gale]