Meadow

Osceola had not meant to scare the stallion, nor did she expect him to care. This wasn’t his affair, or his responsibility. But he moved past that, asking what was wrong in more words than that. As Osceola’s lips parted to answer him, she just gasped at first, not realizing she had been holding her breath waiting for the pain to come back. Thankfully the two cramps had been it so far.


“Punishment.” She finally answered, burying her ears back into her long luscious mane. “I was angry, and then I stupidly swam here.” Tears began to escape her eyes, rolling down her ebony face as fear gripped her chest. “My child…. This is my fault.” She said, her voice stricken as she thought her body might be rejecting the babe. Osceola had never had a foal before and did not know what all came with being a mother. The one chance she had at making a friend to help, she had blown it with prejudice.


“I need somewhere to shelter and get warm.” To rest and try to recover so that maybe she could save the child. But Osceola was not from the islands and had only ever been in the commons where Requiem had taken her home to Tinuvel. Any thought of him just being a stranger had long since left her mind, fear washing away her wariness of the stallion.