the three muskateers

Motherhood was a role that Alysanne took to readily, even one that had been sparked in deception. But despite that, despite the ever-present feeling of sickness over what she had gotten herself into, she couldn’t help but feel a touch of excitement. For her, foals need not be born in love - they could be born out of friendship, born of mutual desire to start a family. The more foals in her life the better, she believed, so long as both parties were willing.

So perhaps, though she did not love Miykael as she pretended to, this was not so terrible of a thing. He was family, after all!

She wondered if she would be a better mother to this foal than she had her first born. Ever since she had brought the idea up with Mikey, she had wondered about Arty. How could she start another family after failing to maintain the one she already had? One father missing, wandering the world with his brother - who knows when or if he’ll return (and bring back that piece of her heart with him) - and now another.

Having told the good news to this foal’s father, Alysanne figured it might be time to see if any of her friends were about. Kahlua might not be completely overjoyed at the thought of a foal but she’d be happy nonetheless and Brisa would certainly be supportive. Neither of them could know about her deceit, not yet, but they could still be told about the happier part of the news! She could do that, focus on the good bits. Pretend like this was as wonderful of a pregnancy as it should rightfully be - as if she were as wholeheartedly thrilled with the turn of events as Mikey was.

Luckily, there was enough joy for her to draw on that pretending wouldn’t be too hard. The first thing she had to do was stop thinking all the negative thoughts and just go about as she normally would! Focus on the happy things, there were certainly enough of them... right?

After all, it was a rather luxuriously warm day, perfect for a stroll or a nap underneath the sun, and Alysanne chose the latter. Her wings settled more uncomfortably at her sides now that she was beginning to show (read: she was quite fat), but there really wasn’t anything else she could do with them as she walked around. She could only hope that she’d spot a friendly face and allow them to distract her from the discomfort!