Winter is newly arrived but she hasn't reared her ugly head, thanks the gods. I don't mind winter. The weather is good for flying and my wings insulate me enough when I'm sleeping that I don't feel like an icicle. And winter is especially good for when I am pregnant, because this child is making me overheated. I swear to god if it is another flame baby I'm dropping the little darling off with Kushiel. We'll see how much he likes being burned by an out of control baby.
Truthfully, he'd probably love it.
I am not too large yet, and my grace is as lacking as it was before I got knocked up. Basically, I probably just look like I ate too much in preparation for winter. Chubby is not really my look. I prefer my sleek muscles and nondescript bay coat. It makes me blend in, and seem like less of a threat. Whereas pregnancy? Yeah, that was designed to make you stick out like a semi.
Still, despite my lack of size I have mostly grounded myself. I don't have the energy or the inclination and for some very weird reason, this kid is making me afraid of heights. Joy upon joy, bearing brats is.
I notice the winged mare on the border with interest.(Anything to distract me at this point.) Apparently she's new to owning wings. I remember those days. I was three before I received my wings and I think I may still have the scar from my first flight. Ya think those things will just come to you and they don't. Like, broken anklebone don't.
Thorrun, a young mare I've seen but not spoken with, shows up first. I catch the tail end of her words as I trot closer.
"She's an Amazon." I interject, a tad grumpy. It isn't anyone's fault. Unfortunately, grumpy is just one of the side effects of children. Which is why this one is definitely my last. "So I'm pretty sure she's just visiting. A diplomatic visit, I bet."
I turn my attention to Tantalize. "Gallows. Welcome to the Valley. Are you just here to tell us about Lagertha on the throne, or is there more?"
So sorry to steal your thunder, darling, but I've had that news for weeks now.
G A L L O W S
We must all hang together or, assuredly, we shall all hang separately.
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