It was a disgusting day. The rain fell almost horizontally as a strong breeze howled through the trees and shook the hedges. The sky was dark and foreboding, and though the rumbles of thunder could still only be faintly heard in the distance, the storm was definitely on its way to the crossing. Reginleif grazed not far from the trees, her fleabitten rump facing the wind and adorned with a few stray pieces of leaf litter. While it wasn’t the most pleasant kind of weather, Reginleif didn’t really mind it. It kept the riff raff away, all tucked up and safe in their shelters.
The grey mare flicked her thoroughly soaked tail, dislodging some of the browned leaves which whipped past her head at speed. She paid little attention, and instead focused on filling her belly before she too, would need to take shelter from the storm. She had an extra mouth to feed after all, having bred with the grey stallion that used to frequent the lagoon. Surely, having given birth to her first son, and her only child to live past a few hours, this one would also be strong and healthy. Perhaps her womb was growing less toxic in her old age, she thought with a smirk and a snort.
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