Taytim

His use of her name pulled her enough out of her thoughts to listened to what he had to say. The tone had his desired effect of calming the panic that was boiling in her mind. However, it did nothing to stop the twinges that had started rippling through her body. He warmed her heart with his words. Taytim had been told some stallions would not take kindly to foals that were not of their blood. It would have been up to the stallion to accept the child, drive it away, or kill it. Her father had been one of those who had brought any under his protection, welcoming them into his fold and fighting for their lives against those who aimed to destroy them. Never had she considered there would be more with that sense of honor and dignity, but those traits were clearly found in Rodrigo. She wondered if her child’s sire would have offered the same. A spark of shame flickered in her in remembrance of what now seemed like a hasty decision.

She smiled at Rodrigo, about to thank him when Ysabell spoke again. Her ears flicked to the other mare, the words she was going to say were lost in the various feelings that her words now brought up. The mare did not feel a part of a herd. There were horses she considered friends dotted around the islands. None, save Rodrigo now, who she would have thought would stand up to help protect her and her daughter in the case of danger. In fact, she felt as though one of them would possibly consider her child unworthy and put the innocent life in danger.

One ear flicked back as she looked at Ysabell.

“Honestly,” her voice sighed, “I don’t know how I feel about you. Sometimes you are interesting and I am curious about what you are going to say next. But then when you say it, I usually want to kick you in the face.” She told the mare honestly.

Turning back to Rodrigo, she nodded. From what he had described this was possibly one of the best places for a first time mother to be. Mares of experience and loyalty dwelled here. Though they were not her ‘herd’, and she had no intention of staying with the Vulcans for long, she hoped these loyal women would be understanding and help her if she needed it.

Another unexplainable twinge made its way through the mare’s body. “Thank you, Rodrigo.” She hesitated, trying to pick through a number of random and jumbled thoughts starting to bloom in her mind. “I… I need to… Not be here…” She reached out to the stallion. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be back.” It meant a lot to her to assure him that this was not the moment of parting ways they had agreed on when their journey started, but her body told her she needed to be alone. As she turned away she knew she needed to be alone now.

OOC- -pats poor Taytim baby brain- Sorryish about the sudden stop? Fuzzy post coming soon!

~:Mare
~:Morgan Mutt
~:14.2hh
~:Black Chestnut
~:3 Years