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04-26-2016, 08:45 PM
The mare's hooves touched sand, and the Transcended thought she might cry. On the one hoof, she was quite sure that it was the hormones talking. After all, it was quite close to the time during pregnancy where she would be an emotional mess. She knew that, and yet she had decided that this was the time to come to the Throat anyway. Truth be told, she would have come sooner - she would have followed Gaucho after their reunion, determined to prove that she would be there, for him and for his herd (were they her herd still, after all that had happened?), without making empty promises once again - but there had been Aleta to care for. No matter how much she might have wished that Aleta was Gaucho's daughter (did she, really?) or that she could simply migrate to live in the Throat, unexplained child in tow... it was too messy. There was too much that she would have to explain, to tell her On the other hoof, she was bound to be emotional when she finally returned to the Dragon's Throat - especially since she had never thought that she would be able to come back. That she had run into Gaucho on accident and that their reunion had been (mostly) happy was a blessing, for it meant that she could finally return to the one place that she had always felt that she had belonged. Of course, she would return frequently to the Hidden Falls to visit Kaj and their daughter. Though she did not love him in the romantic sense of the word, she cared deeply for the golden stallion who had offered her refuge in her darkest time. Now that they had a child, she could no more remove him from her heart than she could Gaucho. The sand was warm against her hooves, bringing a gleeful smile to her face. Truth be told, she was probably being a bit bold to simply fly in without any sort of warning or without waiting on an invitation, but she simply couldn't wait any longer. She was ready to rejoin her herd. She was ready to return to her home. She was ready to feel the desert sun on her back and the desert wind in her mane. She was ready. She was so ready. "Talk talk talk." |
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