Indira has grown the reputation of adventurer. She's spent more of her life abroad than she has at home. She's met a greater variety of characters and faced grander adventures than most, but the adventure she's about to embark on next is the first one to truly terrify her.

The young mare has been hiding in the outskirts of the Desert oasis, using the same vegetation for cover that her mother once did. Mounting anxiety has withdrawn her. Indira frets over who the father is, and what sort of monster she might produce should Angus be the father. Angus was arrogant, and short tempered, cruel almost. Many of his foals were cold the moment they hit the ground. A combination of this distress and the discomfort of late-term pregnancy have lost her her appetite. Indira hasn't eaten in days.

Even now, as first contractions grip her abdomen, Indira's worry only grows to panic. The moon his high when the labor begins, and though it feels like an eternity, the moon still hangs high when the colt is finally delivered into the shadows of the thicket. Instinct compels her to clean her newborn, and beneath the remnants of birth a healthy blue roan colt is revealed. It is in this moment that tears spill from her eyes and Indira's heart fills with overwhelming relief and joy. Angus is not the father.

As much as she worried about not knowing what to do when this time came, instinct whispers clear instructions in her ears. Soon both mare and foal find their feet, and enjoy a quiet meal together. As the sun crests the horizon, Indira emerges from hiding, her strapping young colt keeping pace on spindly legs.