She had been soaring above the clouds for a little too long. Her shoulders and burning lungs begged her to rest. She listened to her body by dipping under the cloud cover. Her mind had been so tangled trying to figure out the continued nightmares for the past couple of days, she had ignored the protest from within her gut. "Shhhh. Shhhh… It’s ok little one… ” she said to herself and the heir within her. Soon, they would find a home to call their own here but she was extremely fearful that she would end up hurt or worse yet, someone would harm her baby within. Taking a huge breathe she closed her eyes for a few moments and let herself feel the cool morning wind flowing through her huge feathered wings. Relaxing she folded them back and dropped towards the ground below, her baby within moving sharply into her ribs from the sudden loss of altitude. Slowing her decent she opened her pools and gathered her nerves as her hooves finally kissed the earth in a soft thud. Her landing was light and graceful, even though her frame was very large and heavy. She had mastered her landing because she was so careful after losing the first twin that something would happen to the second. She wondered if the one left would look like the filly she birthed months before. It was just getting hair and was a beautiful black with four white legs.

Shaking her head, she ruffled her wings and stretched them, her chest rising and falling quickly as she had limited lung capacity to catch her breath. Slowly she tucked them away on her back and moved forward. She couldn’t help but feel vulnerable here on the ground. She was so free in the air to move as she pleased but on the ground, she was only a fraction of the speed and felt so cumbersome and heavy (especially being so gravid with foal). Sighing she braced her nerves and inhaled once more deeply and let out a soft nicker into the dim lit morning surrounding her. She had made her way to an open area where she could see far off, leaving her exposed back to a high rock wall. If anything was to challenge her, she always had the option to take off. Although now, being so pregnant she needed at least a trotting start to do so. She just hoped that whoever seemed interested wouldn’t take advantage of her state. Maybe is she played the sweet mare in distress…. She shook her dial. That wasn’t her. She was strong, independent, nice… but plagued by a demon she couldn’t shake. These nightmares…. She couldn’t help but feel they were more than just dreams… they felt so… real.
 
She inhaled sharply again and shook her head. Her long silken mane flopping around messily. It was never as tame as she wanted it to be. A circumstance of flying so much. It was knotted more than she liked but she didn’t care right now. Her mind was on finding a safe place to foal. Hell, maybe even a friend but she didn’t get her hopes up. She tucked her emotions away like her wings. Neat and pretty and put on a welcoming expression of hope and optimism. Her belly pushed from under her wings and moved in waves as her foal within rolled inside and found a comfy position to rest in. She turned her nape and lifted a wing to lick her side and nudge it tenderly. She could feel her maternal clock counting down. He was very much out of room and she knew there was no way she could possibly get much bigger. She was already dripping colostrum from her teats and suffering from a swollen milk bag. In fact, standing with her hind legs too close together was painful, yet another reason why flying was more comfortable. She could stretch out in the air and not bear weight on her very sore hips. Auds flipped forward as she heard a stick break…. Was someone approaching now from the mist? She tucked her wing back and dropped them instinctually as to hide her swollen belly from the view of the other, although she knew it was almost impossible to do…
 
 
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