Her eyes were locked on the falling swirling water, but her ears were constantly swiveling searching for any sound of approach. Tearing her gaze from the liquid she strode towards the rock walls, 'What else would be in a cave?' She thought almost bitterly as she reached the cold unforgiving stone. She searched carefully looking for a dry safe place to lay her bundle. She found a dry niche in the wall and very carefully laid the moss swaddled egg inside. Nudging it away from the edge she smiled warmly at it, this was her egg, her baby. The thought of a baby made her ears drop and her head lower slightly, she longed for a foal of her own. She had seen a few tromping around in these unforgiving caves. Shaking her head she cast one last look at her bundle before returning to the water.

She heard the very soft clop of hooves behind her, but did not bother to turn around. The soft call did make her heart flip and a smile cover her face. She turned her azure gaze towards her company and her eyes fell on the massive dapple grey form of Ciceron. She had not realized, in the darkness of their first meeting she had not noticed his horn. A tinge of fear swelled in her, but he had been kind to her. Shivering softly trying to pass it off as the cold she greeted him with her own warm nicker. As his muzzle touched her she felt warmth spread through her body. Her smile grew brighter at his words and warm breath. "Yes I guess there is light in every darkness." Her voice was warm, but held some wise quality to it. She reached her own muzzle out towards his larger one. Lingering against him she let the warmth flood her cremello painted body. As she pulled away she flicked her long cream and teal streaked mane from her face. She never had to worry about her short mane getting in the way, but her forelock sure did.

She turned her eyes back to the water and sighed heavily unable to keep her thoughts to herself anymore. Her voice was low and sad, "I just want to go out and run. My legs and wings need to stretch, and these stupid caves are killing me. I just feel... trapped." She turned and looked at him her usually warm eyes downcast searching his own silver gaze for the same feelings. "I don't know what I'll do if I have to stay here much longer." She sighed again and carefully unfurled her right wing, it was still sore from her fight. Parelia also knew that she had several more scars added to her wide array of neck back and rib scars.

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OOC:; Don't worry she'll try to make him feel better XD She loves helping!

Parelia