The commotion roused the white mares curiosity as a small group seemed to be gathering and talking among themselves as they watched whatever was unfolding before them. Ugh did she really want to go find out what this was? Her rather pendulous belly made her feel like she had swallowed a boulder, it was exhausting to try and carry around all this extra weight. Surely she couldn't get too much larger could she? If she did she would kill the stallion who made her like this, fat and bulbous. Groaning softly she took a few steps forward giving her legs a chance to start working again after having stood still for a couple hours now. Might as well go see what all this is about, she thought pulling herself up the small incline.

There are a couple familiar faces among the group, Aurelia, Lakota but who were the others standing here? If she were more social and had more energy she might have walked the extra couple of feet to find out but she really couldn't be bothered to move again. Raising her head her blue gaze fell upon the the apparent source of the entertainment with mild interest, what was this she wondered silently flicking her ears around catching bits and pieces of the others conversations for clues. The painted stag is the one who seems to have the answers, he introduces himself as Quilyan, ah yes she remembered him vaguely from a couple of the herd meetings. The figures below them never really registered until her eyes fell upon the pale pegasus, wait what?

From what she knew about competitions it was commonly one brute trying to pound the other until one came out victorious. Nausea hit her like a brick, what the hell was Note doing getting mixed into this? Looking between him and the other competitors the fear only deepened, most of the others were double his size! What was he thinking? Not only was he a friend but she had become quite fond of him over these last couple months plus there was a decent chance that he fathered the baby growing inside her. Horror held her focus but her common sense tried to reason with her to make her walk away, she didn't need the extra stress of worrying about this on top of everything. Arguing back and forth with herself she couldn't seem to pull herself away fearing the worst would happen.

Obviously she couldn't stop the competition now nor could she be angry for the stallion's careless decisions, all she could do was sit here and watch each and every strike praying that somehow he would walk away alive in the end. "Great, this was just great.." she mumbled under her breath barely audible.





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