She had sensed him before even hearing his called. As soon as his scent had come upon the wind a sinking feeling came into her swollen stomach. She was very obvious now, even down to the telltale waddle. Heart beating wildly in her spotted chest, she looked towards the outskirts of her home with uncertainty. He would know by now, would be able to see the swell of her sides and realize that his seed had fertilized into a child; their child. The thought left her feeling ill, not because of himself, but because of what was to come. With a child in the mix things became complicated, like a loose thread on a piece of cloth that could never be pulled off. All it resulted in was the unraveling of someone's hard work. Such a cynical way of looking at a baby, but in Myrrine's mind, she felt as if this had been something she wasn't ready for.
Taking a deep breath, she mad the tedious trek towards the glass debris that riddled the Edge's borders. She was out of breath by the time she reached the hill's summit (she was carrying two beings now), and after gulping down enough air, she finally looked to see the painted Pegasus standing in all his glory. She had forgotten how handsome he was, the champagne patches upon his strong frame, violet eyes searching for her as she hid away in the fog. She realized then that their child would be beautiful. Trying to hide away the fear and anxiety, the spotted lady took a deep breath and finally emerged from the fog, looking at Quiylan with a warm smile on her expression. She couldn't hide anymore, couldn't pretend that the baby was just suddenly going to disappear and no one would ever know. She knew this was reality, and that she must face it.
The smile she was holding towards the man wasn't a mask, it was nowhere near fake or filled with lies, because when she saw this man; she cared for him. She had grown a fondness for who he was as a person, and he had helped her in her time of need. Well, mostly. Growing closer with her somewhat graceful waddle, she looked at him shyly, sheepishly, yet with a smile still evident. Not knowing how he would respond to her obvious physical change, she kept her distance, yet offered her muzzle in greeting should he want to accept. This was only the uphill of the roller coaster they had been put on, and it was only leading to the major downhill that would inevitably change their lives forever.
" Hello Quilyan, it's been awhile."
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