All she could hear was the forest. The falling of leaves. The soft echo of birds. A distant fall and water. The sound of each exhale.

She wonders if he was a liar. A tramp who had some fun and lead his little lamb astray. The thought of being played instead of being the one who plays angers Pom, and her heart rate escalates. Her breathing becomes heavy, and the dull ache of the life growing inside her suddenly becomes noticeable.

She hardly paid much attention to her body, but this time was different. This time, Pompeii could feel that life was starting. Like a parasite.

Fear grips her, but she doesn't want it to show. Inside, she was screaming, begging for comfort. For someone to tell her it's all okay. That this was meant to be. That she will be a good mother. She calls out as her thoughts become more and more graphic. The idea of giving birth. The thought of being played with and left angers her. She cries out, louder, this time for anyone who could hear. Her voice pounces off the trees, racing through the Forest for the red dun stallion who had found her.

Where are you? She looks around, lost and showing that she is truly just a mortal. Her eyes begin to swell with her tears - regret, fear, depression ... Pompeii feels them all at once, and she can't hide it.

It's easy to see.