She was going to kill him, or at least maim him enough to suffer for days on end. His dirty little secret she was, the little firecracker of a mare stripping Fiero of every sound reasonable resolve he’d ever had; leaving behind a man that now often thought of moving the sky and earth for her to walk on undisturbed. Fiero was still a prisoner however, subdued to biding his time at the base of the mountain of rock and women. His Switch lady was understanding at least in regards to his new home, Fiero had been waiting for the biting of her teeth again when telling her yet they never came; oddly she accepted his odd predicament.

WInter was here, and Fiero had spent a majority of his time between the peak and the rest of the crossing where Switch was carefully tucked away from prying questioning eyes and the influence the peak ladies may have over his dark beauty. Fiero didn’t know what he’d do should she choose to ever view him as the women here did. Lifting his head he stares up at the sullen cloudy sky, flecks of white falling down to the ground below to blanket everything in ice and snow. An exhale of breath from his dark lips sends wisps of white into the air, eyes moving to watch the twisting strands float high above until his attention is called to from a little dark mare down below where he stands. So she finally followed him here.

With great care he picks his way down to her, mindful of the ice coated rocks beneath his hooves that threaten to send him skidding the rest of the way to her. “Ciao caro”, he croons to his lady, his voice warm and inviting just as his body slides against her own in familiarity. He looks her over, both breathing in her scent and covering it with his own, and when finally satisfied that all was well does he finally come around to her front again.

“I was going to visit you, but you have spared me the journey Switch. Welcome to the peak, my temporary residence,” Fiero’s gaze sweeps from her to the expanse of rock just beyond, really a fascinating place but he much preferred all four hooves on solid stable ground, before his golden gaze goes back to her face and a hint of a smile plays on his lips as he rethinks his words, “our temporary residence.” It was silly to think it was just him against the world now that he had Switch by his side, and as always she was there to show just how much of an idiot he truly was.

He reaches for her again, touching his nose to hers. It is at this angle that Fiero notices the gentle rounded sides of her barrel, unusually bigger in the midst of winter time when she should have been as thin as Fiero himself at least. “Switch,” his heart is in his throat when staring at her belly, legs shaky yet determined as he brings himself back to her side. Leaning his neck down his nose is curious as it gently nudges her dark skin, blowing out a breath against her chilled skin. How could he forget that the pair had come together once more in the thick of her heat, that this time Fiero had not been the clumsy uncalculating yearling he’d been before and surely something had stuck this time.

“Un bambino,” his voice shakes as he speaks, not needing Switch at all to confirm what he knew was nestled there in her belly. Closing his eyes Fiero presses his forehead into her side, mumbling to himself in his tongue of language as if the little creature inside could hear it’s father as he rambles on, clearly most happy.


Ciao caro- my dear
Un bambino- a child