Autumn leaves swept up in the winds of their young romance give way to bitter winds of winter. Bacardi and Havelle met often on the common isle, enraptured by the thrill of feelings both new and altogether wonderful. When they coupled on Havelle's first heat, she didn't think anything would come of it. It was a moment of passion like any other, a daring act much like touching her lips to his cheek for the very first time, a moment monumental for the two of them but carried forward without consequence.
Oh how Havelle was wrong. It was some time until she felt the changes stirring in her womb. She ignored them, living in a state of denial. She hid in the Jungle, refusing to meet with Bacardi, because to face him would be to face the reality of their situation. Havelle has kept her mother and her friends in Paradise in the dark about her condition. it's a secret she's carried alone, until today. Today she must tell Bacardi the truth of why she's been avoiding him and discuss their future.
She's called him to the falls, an appropriate setting, as it's the place their life took such a dramatic turn. Havelle is the first to arrive. Her hooves crunch on the frosted grasses. The rushing of water is gentle, and the flow narrowed by the stillness of its frozen banks. Havelle looks over the water, sparkling like diamonds on a clear winter's day. Her breath billows free of flared nostrils, curling in clouds that look like smoke. Her thick mane hangs full around her shoulders, but her coat, thinned by the jungle's climate, leaves her to shiver in a shear of winter wind. Havelle's flank is beginning to swell. To someone who knows, her condition might be obvious but to someone who doesn't, they might assume she's just been dining too generously on Paradise greens.