Rexanna

It had been another difficult night to try and sleep. Her pregnancy made it difficult to get a full night’s rest with Frostfall’s chill settling in deep into her joints and spider webbing through her bones. Tembovu had another long night away from home, it seemed. As she woke she hadn’t managed to spot him around their sleeping area. A soft sigh slipped through her lips, wondering when she was ever going to get the chance to tell him the wonderful news while she was still hardly showing. It would prove to be more and more difficult the longer he stayed away from her.

She began to wonder if she’d done something wrong. The aurelian siren was having an even more difficult time managing her emotions while in this state. It only seemed to prove worse the longer she stayed away from speaking to people all together. In an effort to try and relieve her mind, she slipped through the mouth of the cave. “Where go?” Came the exhausted question from her companion – a beautiful little marbled polecat as he remained curled up in his little nest. “I’m going for a walk.” She returned to him, her head swinging back as her oceanic eyes sought those of the little creature.

She should have known that Marembo wouldn’t leave her alone for long. All she felt was a slight sigh on his end of the bond before she felt the familiar tug on the tresses on her tail from the little beast. Lowering her head to him, he ran around toward her head and grabbed onto her gilded horn with his tiny hands to pull himself up. Stepping gingerly across her neck, he settled in the crook of her withers, little hands comfortably gripping onto the golden chains that adorned the pale maiden’s body. “Let’s go for walk.” He mentioned in a not so groggy tone. Rexanna smiled to that, and began to set off, making sure her daughter Kiada was sound asleep in her cave.

As she approached the cliffs as she always had, a sound caught her by surprise. The sound had a heavy feeling of sadness – were those cries? Immediately, the gilded mare wondered if something was wrong. Her pace picked up, despite her knees protesting, when finally a golden pegasus came into view. She didn’t seem familiar, as Rexanna tried to filter through the faces she knew and at least recognized somewhat. Yet, she still found a frown and a small amount of attachment toward the mare. She approached slowly, head held high as her dual toned tail flicked nervously against her hocks. “Is everything okay? Are you hurt?” She questioned softly against the wind of the cliffs. She wasn’t a healer, but she knew where Tilney slept. She’d be able to get him if she needed help. Or, if she simply just needed someone to talk to, Rexanna was always capable of lending an ear to those in need.

"Talk."