who cares if hell awaits? Isle, Any

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. MOOOMMMAAAA!" The young mare squeals for Isle. She is frantic and panicking as her limbs pull her through the deep snow drifts and back towards the more fatten parts of the Tundra where the horses resided. Mari is sniffling and hitching her voice as she looks for her mother. Things are different. She feels changed and weird and bloated and...and...fuller. Well ever since she and Romek...you know...did it. Some time has passed and she feels strange but happy...fulfilled? Blue eyes looks for her mother's warm face. It was best to talk to her mother rather than father. He wouldn't understand that Rom and she were in love....Mari didn't want dad going off and killing him. "Mom, where are you?" Her voice is high and growing impatient. Mari notices now as she walks that there was an extra swing to her motions, a little more plumpness to her usually slender frame. How strange. M A R I B E  L