The Dryad had spent the past winter months in a pseudo-hibernation, less active as the pallid powders drifted down upon the world below and was now celebrating a year as the Dale's one and only forest's protector. So far, the forests hadn't withered and died, so she could only hope that she was being vigilant and was confident that she was doing alright balancing motherhood to Calandra, her duties as one of Rhaego's mares, having let him mount her earlier in the season, and, even though she would never admit it, she had enjoyed it only being the two of them at the lake, no one else, only the wondrous power of his lust (if there was one power in an average horse such as himself, it would be how driven they were by their own greatness and the sucess of their endevors) and her willing body, although she would never say it to herself, and being the defender of the Dale's forest. Either way, at the current point in time, Calandra was being rebellious and was probably off daydreaming somewhere, her own tawny barrel was once again swollen with child, Rhaego's child, and, she was going to soon be a proud mother to two foals soon, for better or for worse, either way, she would be working twice as hard, and she already knew that she wouldn't be active in sexual activity next season.

The appaloosa was wandering about the forests, keeping an eye on the greenery that crowned most of the Forbidden Dale, her proud, dished head raised high, dark gaze creeping around, keeping on a continuous search for any equines that would choose to make their presence known. Even though she was starting to fit in just a little more, it was still a very new society to her, and she had been dropped in with pretty much no prior knowledge of it. The sprite sighed, a quiet, peaceful noise, fitting in with the lazy summer breezes, and let her tail that was succumbing to the summer shades of viridian, and she had taken the peace of the passing seasons with glee, raising her child in the forests, teaching her little by little about the forests that half her heritage hailed so strongly from and was so connected to, but she usually seemed more interested in the supposed butterflies she saw, and while Aileen constantly tried to remind her that it was important, she would usually snap out of it, otherwise she would just ignore her, and their lesson was over for the day.

A lot had changed in the past year. Her first months here had resulted in a beautiful child of summer, who shared her foliage wrapped into a tail, Calandra, with her father's azure eyes, and now she would have the child of a noble king... how would they act? Would they share both parent's concern for the forest and both of their pride? They would have a right to, the child of a Dryad and the king of the Forbidden Dale. Recently there had been some drama stirred in the usually peaceful forests, apparently Rhaego did not take a liking to a mare's current stallion, and she came here already bearing his son, not his first, of course, but most likely the heir to the Dale as the king grew old, but that was a long ways off. For now, he was in his prime, and she was attending her duties under his rule. The whole thing hadn't really phased her much, considering she had watched from afar, a tad longing for the company of the king, to be around his strong body once again as her fellow sprites whispered teasingly to her.

"If there's one thing a sprite of a tree
should keep an eye for, it's jealousy!"

"What do I have to be jealous of?" she had laughed teasingly in reply to them, half serious and half returning their jests. It was true though, although she had respect for the king and he had grown on her in the past year, she had a child of her own (and a second on the way), was the protector of the forests (doing an alright job if she does say so herself), and had the opportunity to meet some of Rhaego's new harem members as she patrolled vigilantly. Most forest fairies did not get the opportunity for motherhood, mostly because they believe mortal beings to be too low for them, but, as she had learned from being submerged in equine society, they were equally diverse, and were capable of high levels of most anything... how long have we been missing out on the mortal realm? It was quite wonderf- maybe not? It was always interrupted, she was a Dryad immortal beings of the forest, a proud clan of tree-dwellers, advanced, around since ancient times, too proud for this race... why was she failing so hard at escaping what was supposedly fact set in stone? Was she a failure? Perhaps so... she had been succumbing to the mortals' desires, doing her best to please them as well as her own, but was that a bad thing? The fawn-shaded appaloosa pondered on this as she meandered through the forest, keeping a careful watch for anything amiss.

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