Oswin’s first pregnancy was teaching her many, many things about herself. Namely, she was learning pregnancy hormones affected her in that they made her incredibly irritable and restless. It was because of this she’d challenged the Lagoon to force them to release one of their captive mares, facing off with the boss and winning. Now, energy spent and favoring her front right leg, Oswin felt more content than she had in weeks.
The protruding swell of her belly, however, should have been a reminder not to rise to any challenges such as that. All it would have taken was one hard, heavy kick to her belly and her unborn child would have been in dire stress. Oswin shook her head, repelling the guilt. She’d been irritable, she’d freed one unwilling captive from the Lagoon, and now she wasn’t and everything was fine.
She’d wandered quite far in her walk that day, her wound going through the process of healing – the bruise was dark and ugly against her gold and white skin. The ice was pushed aside by her limbs and the colder she grew and the heavier the snow fell, the more she wondered if she should turn about and return to the Peak. It was then, however, she caught a faint whisper of words in a familiar tone.
Looking through the trees she noted the unattended mare and the bachelor stallion. Smug smile pressing up her lips Oswin turned and made her way into the clearing. “Good thing I’m here too, isn’t it Jaxon?” She said with a pointed tone, her blue eyes flashing on him. Message conveyed – he would not be taking this mare to the Lagoon – she let her eyes dart to the mare. They softened, as did her smile.
“Hello.” She noted the mare’s figure, the malnourishment in her frame and felt a harder spark of rage that this stallion had come along and wished to manipulate this mare into having no option but to go with him to the Lagoon. She flicked her tail, but attempted to suppress her anger and refocus on the mare. “I’m Oswin, General of the Vulcans. Are you lost?” Her gaze slid to Jaxon. You can get lost. She wanted to say, but managed to hold tight to her manners in front of the mare.
For now.
oswin
this is as brave as I know how to be.
I know it’s gonna hurt you, but please… be a little proud of me.