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Youth, in all honestly, terrified the Dark Empress. Of all the things to be afraid of in the land of Helovia - all of the hornless who wanted her dead, for example - and she was afraid of children. The world was a funny place. But she really didn't have the best experience, now, did she? After all, she had failed as a mother, raising a spoiled, bratty princess of a child - where was she now, by the way? - that got along with, well, no one. Sno didn't even contribute to the herd, so what use was she? Perhaps it was the shade's own fault for dragging her halfway across the world as a youngling and depriving her of the chance to know her family, to learn her boundaries, and to become disciplined as all foals should. Yes, it was most certainly the jackal's fault, and it seemed at times as though the whole world knew it. She felt particularly ashamed when she compared herself to Kou, who had birthed... what was it now? Five children? And they had all turned out just fine. She was not meant to be a mother, and so she avoided younglings at all cost. But now she had been the Lady of the Basin for quite some time, and it did not seem fitting that she would avoid those innocent young minds just ripe for corrupting. After all, she was their leader, and their beliefs would most likely stem from a combination of hers and their parents'. Why, wouldn't it be simply lovely to raise the next generation into the Plague? Never mind their parents - after all, most of the foals were being raised into racism anyway - weren't they? She frowned. Could she even name the foals that had come into being in the last few seasons? .... no. No, she could not. Well, she should fix that, shouldn't she? But where to start...? As she wandered through the Basin, sticking close to the hot springs where it was likely foals would congregate - right? - she thought of her conversation with Kou on one of those cool Orangemoon nights not so far behind her. Did she ever intend to have another foal, the Nurse had asked, and Psyche had simply dithered. She had no mate, to start, and the one steed that she would take as her own was nearly as damaged as she was. Where did they stand with one another anyway, she and Mauja? No, foals would not be something in her near future, not with so many uncertainties standing in the way. For now, others' foals would have to do. [W/C | xxx] |
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