He stood still during my little nibbling - how kind of him. "You've really lost it, haven't you?" I glared at him, my smile was replaced by a pokerface in just a second. "What makes you think that? My laughing? How I can suddenly stand the fuck up to you? Maybe I have lost it. But lost what? My sanity? Possibly." I smiled widely again and chuckled before I noticed his gaze fall onto my sides, where my swollen barrel was clearly visible in the broad daylight. Fuck. "Who's been up you?" I frowned and lashed out to snap at his cheek, but I stopped myself halfway and instead starting to speak. "Oh, you're clever." Quickly, I stretched my muzzle closer to him and made an attempt to snap his cheek before I withdrew again. "A stallion from the Aurora Basin. You know, you have very clever soldiers there. They're almost as clever and persuasive as you are." I took a step away from him - still not sinking into the water, what the fuck was happening - and walked so that I stood a little in front of him.

"Have I told you of my kids? I don't think I have." I smiled again, not letting his clever little comment get to me, and looked into his eyes. They were so blue, cold and icy like his heart if his legend title was correct. "Destry is growing strong. She's with me now, together with me and my son in our new home. Oh yes, I have a son too now. Azarel. Handsome and golden like his father was." Why was I telling him this? Well, I wanted him to think that I lived a perfect life while he was stuck in the Basin, a place filled with idiots who were obsessed with their horn.

Of course, I hadn't met all of the Basiners... There were still those younglings whom I hadn't noticed much racism from - perhaps I had been ignorant? "Though... I can only hope that my kids accepts this one." My whole frame relaxed as I glanced at my swollen barrel. The unborn would have a difficult life if it's siblings did not accept it, and maybe it would run away from me when it was old enough. "One can only hope that it doesn't reject me as it's mother just because of a few... mental issues." I looked up at Mauja again, my face had a cold expression as I started to speak again. "How are you not crazy by now? Psychopathic? Murderous? You must've experienced more shit than I have. How do you deal with it?"

"Talking"
Delinne's thoughts
Dezba's thoughts

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