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What a cruel joke this world was playing on the mare who trudged at the back of the ragtag group plodding behind their leader. The reason she was lagging behind was because the exhaustion from her long journey, the terror, the grief, the birth of a dead son, and the disease which festered in her blood had really bitten a chunk out of her stamina. Since being whisked away with her mother, she had scarcely rested but to dream and when she dreamed, she was tormented. she had followed Alleo to his homeland, looking forwards to some medical treatment and some good rest. However, she had barely stepped foot in the herd when they were forced into exodus by this mysterious, sinister shadow and the undead that crawled out from it's wake. she was already infected with a different kind of disease- she didn't feel like being infected a second time.

Still, as the group came to the caverns, she actually managed to pick up her pace. Unlike the others, Gwen was right at home in a cave. true, the caves she'd been born in were at high altitudes- mere crevices where her pegasus kin could rest, birth their young, and find sustenance. Still, she relished the cool, darkness of stone enclosing her. Being born in a cave, she was reminded of her home. She paused to catch her breath, which wheezed slightly in her chest. The warmth of the volcanic stone seeped into her bones and eased her aching body as she rested against it, sliding down to the floor and letting her legs curl up under her body. She felt like she could not walk another step- she'd been at her limit before, but this was where she drew the line.

She refused to get up, even when another mare and a stallion stepped passed her and her ears drooped, wings folding against her sides. She looked like a roosting bird- almost falling asleep where she had fallen. Her head stretched out in front of her and the clink of metal on stone sounded as her mother's pendant rested against the ground in between her front legs. She lay there, her eyes closed, her ears pricked to catch the conversation. Her heart went out to the mare- she did not judge the quiver in her voice. She knew the crushing agony that often came with loss. It had a habit of consuming all other thoughts, desires, needs... until one could do nothing but cry.

She had felt that way once before- the loss of her mother was still a sore spot for the mare. Still, she did not open her eyes to look at what was going on and instead let her labored breathing calm itself into deep, calm sighs. Maybe... when she was.... rested she could.... find a medic.... and- snore.

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pfft, Gwen. Blocking the entrance with your sleeping fat ass is really inconsiderate. xD