Winter had come, and Yscha was fat. Not because she had plumped up for the winter, but because of the foal that was growing within her womb. Young Yscha had foolishly allowed herself to be taken by the charming, handsome - and now, absent - Kieron. Such a mistake she had made, but Yscha did not allow herself to feel ashamed of her decision. The only guilt she felt was in the fact that Kieron had left, and would likely never get to see the product of their love. It had been saddening for Yscha when she realized he had left, but she kept her head high and took the news with dignity. She would not allow herself - and possibly her child - to be brought down so easily. Besides, there would be someone else to take over for Kieron, and he would not mind giving Yscha the home she needed to raise her foal properly.

Although young, Yscha believed she was more than ready to raise a child, even if she had to do it alone. She would be the greatest mother ever, she promised herself constantly. She would shower her child with all the love and attention and affection a child could want from their mother. She would make sure to pass the right values onto her child, to teach him to be kind and loving, to help others whenever he could. He would be a good soul. At least, she hoped; of course while foals were easily influenced by their parents, Yscha knew she could never guarantee the outcome of her efforts, good or bad.

As she made her way into the forest at a steady trot, Yscha's plump barrel swayed festively from side to side, the foal within her rocked by her movements. She looked a tad awkward, her enlarged barrel on her tiny Arabian frame, but in awkward in a very adorable way. Yscha brought herself to a stop just within the border of her home. The forest looked so different from the last time she had been here; winter had taken over the territory, glimmering ivory snow now blanketed the floor and the branches of the barren trees. Yscha sighed heavily, and then let out a soft whinny for whomever may be here; preferrably the new king. His scent was heavy in the air and she knew he was here; it was just a matter of finding him. Or, him finding her.