Confusion. The mare was only confused. She had met Mauja - her King - and been told both good and bad news. What if she really decided to become Azzaron's mate? Did love really have that control over her?
She walked with long, graceful steps over the lush grass. The sun bathed her body in a warming light, making her black pelt shine like the night. What did her future look like?

Delinne sighed and stopped for a second. Her tummy was swollen and felt hard, she didn't know why. It was a strange and un-wanted feeling. She had been feeling swollen for a while now, and she did not like it in any way.
Another sigh before she started to move her body again. She had traveled across the Meadow and down to a place she'd never been before. She had seen it, even heard of it, but she had never had the time to visit.
The Grove.

The trees were green and seemed to enjoy to heat from the sun. They protected her coat from the rays as she walked into the area. It seemed cozy, somehow. She melted into the background and walked slowly, carefully placing down her hooves so that she wouldn't make any noises.
Sounds of fire made the mare stop and flick back her ears. Fire was always bad, even though she hadn't experienced it that much in her life.
She took a few steps forward, carefully peeking behind the tall trees. Azzaron.

Azzaron? Delinne raised her head and smiled. He was here. She snorted at the smell of ashes, only to see the reason why it smelt like ashes.
A pile of it was not far from the stallion who loved her, and she had a feeling that he had something to do with it.
He stood by the pond, looking into the water as if he observed himself. His palomino coat shimmered beautifully in the sunlight, as did his wings and mane. He was handsome, she had to admit that, and now she understood slightly why he had been the one to catch her heart.

"Azzaron..." Dell whispered, and walked slowly out of the shadows. Her horn led the way for her and shone for half of a second when the sun rays met it's surface.
Her eyes were as blue as the pond was, reflecting the sky with all it's power. She had gotten them from her mother, or at least that's what her father always said.
"You have your mother's eyes, Delinne. The eyes of a leader." She had never believed him though, because her mother had never been a leader. Only the mate of one.

She had never understood why her mother loved Treand. She had probably been forced to love him, or just forced to become his mate. Forced to birth his first and only child. She had probably died of happiness as well, glad to escape the stallion's abusing words and lack of caring. But she had left someone to replace her...
Delinne walked closer to the palomino and gently kissed his neck. He wouldn't abuse her though.

If he did, she would leave him instantly and go back to her real home.

"Blah blah blah."

ooc: Blergh .w. This is before she meets Casimir in the Treshold and before the stealth.
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