Because, of course, no sin goes unpunished. She fears what her herdmates may think if they find out, if some vengeful God shows them glorious technicolour images of her primal tryst. She'll be unable to perform her duties for the duration of her pregnancy, and will undoubtedly be slut shamed the world over for the fact she'd had longer relationships with dung piles than she'd had with the father of her child. So many repercussions could come of this, so many things that didn't occur to her during her heat-fuelled lust but which now hit her in the cold light of day with the force of a dropped anvil. And yet, and yet, there's that eon-old craving to be a mother again, which overrides common sense. To breed and raise a soldier, an upstanding citizen of the Edge who exudes power and is proud to call her his mother - a war-child, her genetics imprinted onto Helovian soil for evermore.

So, with those conflicting emotions, she decides it's best just to not dwell on it. She forces all petty woman-problems to the back of her mind, and concentrates on acting as normal as she possibly can - although the I got the D glint in her eye might be something of a giveaway.

Thankfully, a bellow pierces the air which quickly draws her attention away from her mental state. Nyx! Despite the heavy irony of a man screaming her name at this particular moment, the silver is quick to heed the command of her king. She stumbles through fog-dotted land, eerily reminiscent of her fight with the same man who now beckons her. She still aches from her spar with the blood bay and the other ensuing 'physical exercise', but that is forgotten as her limbs automatically haul her into a gallop. Aside from a distinct tingling tenderness around her nethers, it's almost as though yesterday did not happen - as though it was just a figment of her overactive, horny imagination.

Finally she sees him, a frozen ghost on the horizon with two shadowy figures nearby. It's these figures that her eyes are dragged to, like moths to a flame. "Jesus," she mutters, furrowing an unamused brow at the trio. What's Mauja brought back with him, the bubonic fucking plague? Those boils. Like seeing them on Sergeant Spots himself wasn't bad enough, it seems he has spread the joy to at least one of the fillies. How kind. It also begs the question of what he's doing with two yearlings in the first place - they're a bit young to be the starting point of his harem. This musing, though, takes second fiddle to the walking medical bill that he's brought so casually into their home.

With a small stab of concern, she wonders if it is infectious, and feels herself tense slightly, unbidden. Her child...Could the disease harm it? But there may not BE a child, she reminds herself. But there may be. She's not stupid - she did the diddle, in heat, with a very virile young stallion. Add a dash of guilt on the side and she has the potent recipe for Offspring Pie. Again, she banishes the thoughts to a deep, dark corner of her mind. "What's going on?"

He introduces the duo - Galiel and Areli. "I'm Nyx, one of the herd's warriors," comes her reply. Despite their differing appearances, Nyx comes to the conclusion that they are related, with their similar names. At that moment, a nearby shrub ruffles and Dominus emerges from it, dragging a deer's bloodied haunch behind him. With his white fur doused with red and his lips peeled back from the hooked teeth clasped around the meat, he cuts an imposing figure, and likely not one the fillies will want to see during their first foray into a strange land. The silver winces, silently bidding him to take his dinner elsewhere, but he doesn't listen. He stayed away during her spar with the blood bay and the ensuing steamy encounter, but his self-imposed exile away from her has come to an end. He sees no reason why he shouldn't be part of this gathering, so with a hungry glare at the two yearlings, he settles himself between Nyx's forelegs to rip noisily at his catch.

The ironheart glares down at him, shaking her horned head. Before she can introduce him, Mauja speaks again, and his words leave her with narrowed eyes and a slightly dropped lower jaw. Remember when you walked into me, with your shield? "Vividly," is the silver's sardonic response, although there's another flash of guilt about her accidental shocking of her king. From what he says, though, her inadvertant attack had cured him of the boils that plagued him - God knows how, but she isn't going to complain. His request is what leaves her with a flabbergasted expression, one ear forward and one ear back - she hasn't even said hello to the poor lass yet! Nice to meet you, can I frazzle you?

"You know how to make the Edge seem appealing, don't you? Welcome to our herd, come and be zapped!" That's one hell of an initiation ceremony. Her expression turns serious and she looks to the pegasus - Areli, her pretty young frame scarred by hideous boils. "The choice is yours - Areli, is it? I'm not going to frazzle you against your will, but if you want to give it a go, I'm right here." Shutting her eyes, she focuses on drawing her magic out of her body and onto it, covering herself in a thin shield of ice with an electrical current running through it. Dominus yelps as a spark jumps from her foreleg and touches him, and he stomps away with a expression of disgust to eat his dinner a short distance apart from the group. When Nyx's eyelids open, she looks to Areli in what she hopes is a warm and welcoming way, inviting the girl to come over and touch her electrified booty.

Mauja declares the lion's eating to be disgusting, and there's a crack as Dominus smugly snaps the bone in half, then uses one hooked talon to scrape out the juicy marrow from the centre as though to prove quite how disgusting he is. "The lion's name is Dominus - don't be afraid of him, he won't hurt you." The white beast releases a sinister snort and fixes his sharp blue eyes on the filly, shards of shattered bone poking between his teeth. "Don't be so su-u-u-uuuure," is his singsong response to Nyx, but when she flattens her ears at him, he snorts and returns to plucking out the marrow without terrorising either of the girls further.

For the first time, Nyx notices the young companion nestled between the second filly's legs. She's just wondering what the little thing is when Areli proceeds to trip over it...and right into Nyx's electrified body. Whoopsie. The silver stands for a second to ensure the girl gets the full effect, before hauling herself smartly backwards before she can cause too much agonising damage to the poor youngster. She grimaces as she sucks her magic back inside, shaking off the remaining tingly residue. "Are you okay?" It'll probably have hurt, a lot, to be suddenly and unceremoniously zapped, and the mare fixes the youngster with her concerned glance. More concern than she'd usually possess, anyway - perhaps due to the child brewing within her own womb, making her that bit more maternal than usual. Even Mauja extends his muzzle to try and comfort the filly, and Nyx is hardpressed to contain her shock at the ice man's sudden affection. Maybe cute little children bring out his inner fluffy beastie. Not for the first time she wonders if he has children of his own - but that would involve him screwing someone, and that...is not something she can picture. Well, she can, but...no, let's not. Besides, would the world not implode if Mauja got laid? He always seems so pure, like driven snow. He dabbles in murder, that's apparent, but the other nefarious deed just seems so...below him, somehow. Like he's above such dirtyness.

Ah, the musings she has when she's afraid she's just kentucky fried an innocent child. Her king's sex life isn't what she thought would pop into her head, but hey-ho, it just did.