⬩ voyager ⬩
▻ roamer, wayfarer, pirate (x voyager) ◅
She is tired more than usual - especially only a little while since recognizing her own conception. Her black mane feels too thick even in the fall air. Her tail feels heavy, a tax on her energy to even swat at the flies that managed find her amidst the cedar pines. She shakes a little, but it is not with the one-time verve she had possessed earlier in her time here in the lost islands.
She does not quite show it, this internal heaviness, but she knows that Voyager has noticed the vaguest changes in her. He was so attentive, so aware, so involved with her and the atmosphere of her world. There was almost an uncanny connection between them now- able to speak in half sentences and yet still be entirely understood.
Her vibrance is as it had ever been, her striking white still bright after a dip in the coastal waters, her orange looking hide making the Voyager-matched black even deeper. She manages to pick up a bumpy trot, the barrel not swinging just yet but still a bit rounder than it had once been twice betore. "Lover! I want to go find the mulberries again." It had been the craving of the year.
Usually it was the coastal grasses just at the edge of the water, limited though they were… no child but this one had made her crave the berries so vehemently as now. "I think this will be a colt. I have never needed sweets so badly with the other two." Where those two were was a mystery, but the Forest was safe and they knew the boundaries between their woods and the woods of the two other masters here.
OF THE EASTERN LUTHIEN FOREST
▻ mare - mutt - wild bay dun pangare splash sabino, gulastra plume - 14.3 hh ◅