She was pregnant again. Fatalé didn’t really mind that part. It was the part that she had to deal with the Peak. She did not understand why these women could not leave her alone. Yes, there were difficulties in being tied to power, but something seemed to have been off with Rade. She had been avoiding it, but at least she should say that she had come before she wandered back into the common areas. She had no desire to be up there especially pregnant.
Satitba was perched on a ledge, watching the going ons below. Tinuvel had held no answers, but that isn’t to say she had honestly expected otherwise. Freya had been sweet and everything. Sable had left the next day to attempt to find her sister. That idea was sounding rather intriguing right now. Going off, running back to the mainlands. She spotted the pregnant bay from a distance and shook out the thoughts. A new mare was always a welcome break from her thoughts.
The arabian picked her way carefully, her sides expanding. She was heavy despite her steps and she was being careful not to shake too much. Satitba descended to meet her with ease. She had belonged to the Peak for two years and knew it by heart.
’Ella dare! Satitba greeted with her smile and practiced poise. Welcum ta da Peak. Ah’mm…
I don’t care Fatalé snapped, cutting Satitba off rudely. She examined the large mare with a critical, angry eye. Satitba had never seen a mare come to the Peak angry before. Most seemed curious or scared. Angry was different.
Uh… alrahd den… can Ah ‘elp…
Do speak normally, Fatalé stated. Or don’t speak at all. Even my foals do not speak in such a… childish way. She snorted. Satitba set her ears back a bit, confused and hurt.
Excause meh? Satitba said. Ah dunno shad yer talk’n ‘boud ma’am bu… Fatalé snorted. She set her ears back and continued a bit further. She had no business to speak of with someone would could not even be bothered to speak like a normal equine. Wait where ya goin’?
Fatalé snorted and glared at the blue eyed, shiny mare.
To tell someone with intelligence that I have left the Lagoon as per orders and will not return for two seasons. Then I will be on my way. I have no other business with your kind. The venom in her words was impossible to miss. Satitba was taken back by it. So far, she had not met anyone who was truly cruel or even mean spirited on the islands.
Ah ain’t dumb Satitba stated. Fatalé’s eyes were cruel.
Well, pardon me for the assumption. After all, only fools and idiots speak as children do. Missing entire sounds and treating the world as if it’s made of sunshine. She snorted leaving Satitba speechless behind her.
FATALÉ || SATITBA
wild bay arabian, prisoner of the Peak || perlino blanket akhal-teke mix, politician of the Peak |