I strut through the Grove, a tune on my lips. I hummed the lullaby my mother would sing to me, although the words themselves were a groggy mess in my mine, I found most of the melodic words their own snug places, but others remained floating, alone in the world. The tune itself is off, and it turns more or less into a hideous chorus of off beat hums and odd noises. I finally stop strumming the chords, feeling both guilty and paranoid that the lullaby had slipped far from my grasp. It couldn't have been that long since I last saw mother... now could it? It's only been....

Four.

Four years have passed since her death, since she stopped believing in life. I let out a silent wail, a newborn's cry for its lost mother, a baby's whimper for its dam's side. I miss her, my breast aching as the evidence. I longed for my dam, the mare who's smile spread to those around her, who's body reflected the beating sun. Her mane was silk, always wrapped around me when I slept as a young colt. My body quivers at the memories, long since pushed away from daylight.

I blink, realizing there were horses gathered. I walk forward to investigate, craning my neck over the shorter steeds. They are struggling to obtain an egg, only one of them do I recognize. It is the white mare from before, the one who holds the pristine white bodice and the rack of antlers. I remember her from the Deep Forest, where many had gathered to obtain an orb. So she too wanted a companion, hmm? I smile, taking careful steps into the water. They are all struggling to get to the egg that lays on a lily pad, drifted there, alone. I wade farther out, attempting to reach the egg. The water is deeper in the center of the lake, a perfect place to cool oneself. But I was not there to relax, no, I was here to get that. The egg rocked with every wave and ripple, my heart stopping every time it teetered towards the edge.

I wade after them, my legs easily propelling me towards the little filly. She is pushing lily pads along, but I see no point. "Careful. If the egg falls, I doubt anyone here will wish to dive down to rescue it." I glide past the filly, my wild cat line age aiding me in swimming with little disturbance, my massive body creating delicate ripples. I wade beside the egg's lily pad, flicking my tail to the side and letting it sit near the egg. I would use my tail to support the lily pad if necessary, using my tail that is. Already there is a boy there to support the egg with his wing, and a dapple pulling the pad along, but my gut tells me things could take its turn for the worst, for the ugly, heart stopping moment.
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