The first time Sabia and Astarot had met the skittish mare had paniced and fled, unable to trust the stallion whose only intentions were good. The second time they met Sabia had been wandering the lands late at night when she happened to run into Astarot and his lovely dragon, immediately Astarot had apologized for any discomfort he had caused with such a boyish charm that Sabia had surprised them both with a giggle. "It seems like fate that we meet again" he had said and Sabia dropped her guard. One thing lead to another and Sabia ended up pregnant, though she hadn't told Astarot, too afraid to show up at the Throat. Sabia was sure he hadn't wanted to see her if she was pregnant, he was the head healer and a pregnant mare was probably a inconvenience for him. So she thought.
A harsh kick inside her stomach rips the mare from the amazing memory, the little life inside her stomach was a wild one, just like Saoirse was. Sabia thought nothing of it until two more kicks followed, the mare (with struggle) got to her feet and waddled to the stream for a long ice cold drink that seemed to soothe the kicks and pains.
"Now now you little monster" the mare cooed, "not so hard alright?"
Sabia turned and began waddling back to the oak tree, the sun now high in the sky, when the kicks became stronger. The pain came and it came strong, the mare let out a low moan, her knees wobbling. Sabia attempted to take another step but the labor pain was too strong, another moan escaped her lips. The child was ready to come, and it seemed she would be having it alone. Just like last time.
@Volterra
Patch me back to my mind.
But everybody knows.
That a broken heart is blind."
Force/violence is allowed as long as Sabia does not die or is maimed.
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