Everything starts [Cinnebuns]

Everything starts [Cinnebuns]

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Mare :: Equine :: 14.2 hh :: 5

Cami

07-10-2012, 03:50 PM

DAENERYS
All I loved, I loved alone.

The day had turned to dusk when Daenerys woke from her uneasy slumber, hide sticky with sweat and tresses sticking to her gracious nape. Her swollen belly was now openly advertising the babe that would arrive within weeks, so the snowy femme tried to keep to herself most of the time. Thistle meadow had become her temporary dwelling during her last few weeks of pregnancy, for the peaceful lands with the tall grasses, the river and sheltering trees was all she needed. There was strength in these lands as well, she could sense great battles and wars that had been fought here, and she hoped it would make her son strong. He was most active already, stirring in her womb, stealing her appetite, but she already loved him more than life. The circumstances under which he had been conceived was not something she wanted to remember, but it wasn’t to be blamed on the babe. It wasn’t as much the pregnancy as it was the thought of Viserys that caused her unsteady sleep. The thought that he might arrive and claim their son to be his was heartbreaking already, and so she tried to steer clear of anything that could point him to where she was resting.

Getting up on her feet, she moved towards the river shakily, hoping to wash some of the dirt and sweat from her skin. Sometimes, you say of pregnant women that they have a ‘glow’ of motherhood growing around them; with Daenerys, it was different. She felt ill, weak of limb and faint of heart, with a feverish sheen in her thistle optics, but she carried herself proudly, as she had always done. A weak, pregnant mare would be too easy a prey for any stalking predator, so she tried to stay in the shade, bathe and sleep regularly, so she could present herself in the best way possible to any wanderers. Though the water was shrinking under the angry face of the sun, it’s streaming waters till provided relief, and she walked out into it, letting it swallow up her body completely. A relieved sigh emitted her delicate lips, ears constantly perked to catch the smallest sound of any potential threat. For now, the meadow seemed quite peaceful, and she closed her eyes briefly, feeling the tug of the water on her tresses and the gentle licking of the waves on her nape. It wouldn’t be long now, and she should be back to her old self, only everything would be changed. She would be a mother.

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