I was unsure how I was going to do as a mother, but when Braylen and I had been talking about it, he seemed sure about it, and so I would trust him, completely. I only prayed that he would be right. It was too early to tell if there was anything growing yet, but a week prior Braylen and I had spent some time together, alone. I still felt a little embarrassed, thinking about that kind of stuff was not what I usually did, therefor remembering it all made me flush. It was hard thinking that if fate had it in their cards for us, that in a few months, there would be a little one that would be equal parts of both of us. It was an exciting thought, one I was sure would drive me crazy in the long way.

I stood by the shore, leaves of the various trees scattering the ground, darkened from the change of the season that caused them to fall off the branches. The sea before me splashed up on the shore, frothing and churning, almost as if a autumn storm was on its way, and so I just watched it, shifting my weight from one side to another, tucking my nose to my chest as I watched the world go by. It was peaceful, almost serene to me, keeping calm. I wondered silently if Braylen had brought up the foals idea to either Hickere or Georgiana, or if I had been the only one so far. I don’t know how I felt about the idea of sharing, although, I couldn’t call him just mine, no matter how I felt about him.

I shook my head, pawing at the sandy shore for a moment, looking back over my shoulder, wondering if Braylen was nearby.



isobel ; three ; mustang, brumby, appy mix ; snowcapped dunskin roan ;

female ; mute ; 14.3 hh ; of the forest [braylen's]

zain (c. x braylen)

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