my waves meet your shore, ever and evermore;

Fall ends and her belly swells, and Fearne knows that she will have to face the reality of her dalliance with that bold Salem stallion who’d come calling. He snuck into the Bay, and the thrill of danger was a lure she couldn’t resist – but Fell had been keeping a closer eye on her, and he fought the stranger off. Any fantasies that Feanre held of escaping the Bay for the sure-to-be-miserable winter were dashed and in their place was the niggling fear of what would happen come Spring.

Really her only hope of not having a miserable few years (or a dead child or exile – she didn’t know Fell that well, even after years of lonely existence in the Bay) was to cuddle up to Fell, play down her part in Raegar’s visit and hope that the child could conceivably belong to her own herd leader.

Fearne…wasn’t exactly feeling confident about her plan. Especially because Raegar was still slinking around - Fearne swears she smelled him just the other day. So far they’ve avoided one another (and Fearne plans to keep it that way). That is one awkward conversation she doesn’t plan to have until the child is born – hopefully it comes out looking like her and she can avoid any and all discussions with Fell that this isn’t likely to be his blood.

Fearne is wandering through the skinny trees, trudging miserably through the fresh, thickly fallen snow when someone behind calls out. She pricks her ears forward, hesitating for a moment. She isn’t exactly one to make friends - she’d come here out of a misplaced desire to escape the smothering affection of one stallion, and wound up with the exact opposite. Fell cares little about her, unless another stallion is nearby. Mrgasira had risen through the ranks quickly, and while they arrived together they had no bond and little in common. Perhaps a friend wouldn’t be so bad – even if they’re only a friend for one conversation.

Fearne turns around and backtracks, coming face to face with another pregnant mare. She blinks, and then offers a tentative smile. “Hi,” Fearne offers quietly. “Staying warm enough?”