Spring was coming to a close and with it the fresh weather of new life. But it seemed the season wanted to end with a bang and a storm had rolled in, coating the island with heavy rain and flashes of lightening. The last few days had been this way keeping the painted mare trapped within a thick stand of trees, her skin soaked and a chill coursing through her body. She had scoured this place for a better shelter but had found none and Skylar wondered if this would bring on a sickness that she did not need.


Head down and ears lying against her wet locks, her eyes remained closed as the wind pelted her rear with the large drops of rain. The trees had blocked a lot of it, Skylar couldn’t imagine if she had to stand out in the open during this kind of storm. It had been quite some time since she had seen anything to this effect living in Paradise and among the mountains of the Peak but it wouldn’t be the first storm she had weathered but she could say it was the first one alone.


When Lyden had gone to meet the lead stallion, Skylar had wandered off knowing he would take care of it. Instead she had worried about the pain in her chest and the aching needing to rest. During their stay in the warm easy lands the mare had come to believe this birth would be a lot easier but as it turned out, it might indeed be harder. The child was due any day now, she could feel it shift within her swollen barrel and inch its way back in a position that could only mean one thing. Hopefully the child would wait till the rain was over but with her luck she highly doubted it.