Fall had set in nicely and as her stomach grew rounder she sighs. She had wished it was Ironclads, but alas the young fellow was too young. She had needed to breed this season, it was a way to help heal her money from having Aiyana. She loved her daughter don't get her wrong, but she looked just like her father who had forcebred her then dragged her to the lagoon. But then Ivar had been stolen by the peak and Cullen grudgingly agreed to trade her to the inlet for a mare of theirs. She had met Ironclad first. He was young but so very well raised that she immediately became enamored with him.

She wondered if he would be mad at her, if he would hate her. She didn't want that but the trauma forced her to do it. She needed to willingly have a foal to put her mind at ease. He was young so hopefully even if he starts out mad hopefully he'll come to be okay with it.

Ivar had not shown up like she feared nor had he tried to win her back so perhaps it had just be a random thing for the stallion and maybe he had better things to attend to. She grazed as Aiyana ran around playing in the fresh snow.