Something grew within her.

There was no doubt: the ever swelling flanks, the back that swayed gently with the weight of her burgeoning belly. Perhaps, in earlier days the rain girl would have been distressed by this revelation, frightened by the grandness, the enormity of this situation, but all she felt was a strange calm—peace at last. She wondered who the child would resemble, or if it would even be blessed with the magic which was so common in its lineage; Huyana did not know those things, but she knew that this babe would be cherished and adored, told stories and nurtured and taught. It would not be forsaken or ignored, left to wallow in abandonment—she was sure of it. An unfamiliar sensation warmed her chest; it spread over her cheeks and fluttered through her belly—love, it was love; she was sure of it. The scholar found herself adoring these new futures, longing for the day when she could impart everything she knew to this new being, when she could speak of her times in Isilme—the good ones—chasing the gulls on the Moonlit Beach, ethereal Ultima, the tomes she found in that ruined palace.

Huyana, ever poised, even in pregnancy, moved gracefully beneath a high noon sun, sterling coat glittering healthfully as muscles and sinew rippled underneath. Lush emerald grass sprang beneath each step she took, cushioning her cleft hooves as they picked their merry way through the Basin. There was peace on her features, gracing her big blue eyes and glowing on her face. Rainchild felt serenity in every movement, every thought, in everything that she saw. Could a world be any more beautiful? she wondered, blissful, letting her gaze pass over the hazy mountains in the distance, marveling at their height and wondering at their antiquity.

Thoughts went to her sapphire-eyed general (who could sow as well as he reaped—that much was obvious), and she paused, stricken, a dark cloud of apprehension settling over her face—he should know of her impending motherhood before the child came, that much was clear. "Deimos," the roan called out, clear voice ringing through the valley; she hoped he would hear the urgency of her cry.
How would he react? She knew he wouldn't abandon her or their unborn—that was certain; the Reaper was gentle—Huyana knew this and she smiled expectantly, like people with secrets do, and waited for his arrival.

& it's peaceful in the deep,

cathedral where you cannot breathe