The ocean had washed away his scent, and lost was the main word that described her. She hated it, wandering around aimlessly these past few months had been pure torture, to be honest. She wanted to be next to him, sleep beside him yet she had no idea where she was supposed to be, to go, anything. He had said he lived in the Inlet, but without the ability to speak, she couldn’t get anyone to tell her where the inlet was. She must’ve gone the wrong way, finding herself deep in sand in one land, and a rocky exterior in another. The first reminded her of Paradise, yet, drier without any water. Then she found the forest again, and the memories flashed back to when she had first arrived in the islands. She missed that, being near him 24/7, feeling important. She slowly made her way to the last island, it was then that she saw the ice and snow that covered most of it, the cold air that hit her when she pulled her overly-pregnant self out of the water, the chill hitting her wet body with a force that she could barely control the shiver from.

She hoped this was the right place, because since that morning her body had been steadily contracting, showing her that in a few minutes, the little one that was expanding her sides was nearly there. She sighed, her small frame shaking from the cold as she pulled herself towards a copse of trees, her senses overwhelming as she tried to locate braylen’s scent. At last, it seemed like that he was around here, somewhere, at least.

The contractions were strengthening, and she felt as if she was being torn in two, and yet she knew what that was about, she had been through it once before, with Zain, her perfect little boy. Part of her wanted a girl, to see if she could raise her daughter to be better than she was, but she didn’t know how that would be exactly. The contractions grew more, and she was growing weaker with every hit, and she felt herself slipping a bit, dropping down to her knees as the final contractions grew and burst, cresting as she began to push. The pushing continued with the cresting contractions, her head dropping to the cold ground with each contraction.

It wasn’t long before the pushing pressed the small filly out, her daughter took after her in many, many ways, the dun, the appaloosa spotted blanket, and the roaning. Her color was darker, which was a little strange but she was gorgeous. She was hers. She pushed herself to her feet, turning slowly, gingerly moving to clean the small girl.

right now it don't make sense i can't make it all make sense

female - five - 14.3 - mother of zain, audie (x braylen) - of nowhere.