Mother's Instinct.
That's what they called it. That innate intuition of knowing things, especially about ones body. Aallotar's skin sang for Višarr in a way she had not felt before. Not even in the way that she had felt for Fearghas. She could feel the gooseflesh on her skin rise and calm slowly. His mother tongue, gruff, fills her ears and though she does not understand. She savors the way those precious notes play on her sensitive ears. "We are well," she says quietly. It had not taken long after their coupling for Aallotar to notice the subtle changes in her body, the twinges of discomfort, changed mood, and intense need to eat. There was a more pronounced curve to her belly, but there was still time before the babe would arrive. She wondered what it would look like but there were some reservations she kept to herself about the size of their destined child for Aallotar was small, pony-sized even. He shifts her mind however to Fortis, the precarious yellow colt that brought them together in the beginning. "He's spending time with his father, driving him mad, I'm sure. She wasn't sure what Višarr may feel for another, Aallotar was conflicted. She felt something for him, though she couldn't quite identify what that something was yet.
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