A dark mare climbed up the side of the hill, her silken sides bulging from her shapely figure. She was pregant, and heavily so, but it had done nothing to calm the dark queens temper. As ever, get on her wrong side and be warned.
"Ahh Sorrel, it is about time you returned," she said coming to a standstill, and eyed the pretty mare. Another fae trying to steal his heart? Ha! Good luck with that. Dark Sunrise wasn't into sharing, but she knew that such a well known and handsome stallion deserved a big herd. "I was on my way out actually," she told him "this foal grows heavy and I plan to return with the heir." She said it pointedly, knowing that no other foal, colt or filly, would take the place of her foal.
"This is Monila, Dark Sunrise," Sorrel replied. He nuzzled his queen gently. "I thought it might be close to time for you, my love." He sighed. She was going already. Things moved too quickly for him. there were not really that many in his herd but he knew thata s time went on there would be others coming here. Like the foal Monila had in her, but that would would be free to go when it was fully grown. He never forced anyone to stay who did not want to.
Dark Sunrise's gaze softened slightly at her kings touch and lipped his mane in return. "I will be back soon," she promised and nodded to the mare before waddling past and heading towards the birthing grounds.
The light fae of autumn hue stepped lightly upon the beach, her widened form appearing, her tassels blowing in the ocean breeze. The beach was vivid in coloration, and it was lovely, so lovely to hear the gentle waves washing in and out upon the sands. "Dark Sunrise," she said, glad that she had met the queen and that she had not attacked her or said anything rude to her...yet. Queens, especially ones that were evil or used to be, tended to get jealous of any others their kings brought home. It was quite close minded, but still, Monila would respect her like any other.
"It is nice to meet you," she said, examining the fae, who was heavily pregnant, like her. The other fae was ebony, the purest hue of night, except for her perfectly sculpted warmblood crown. There, laid a sunrise like marking upon the top of her forehead. It was true: she was much more beautiful than Monila could have ever wished to be, but she was the queen. She was supposed to be.
"Sorrel," she whispered, walking to him and nuzzling his dark chestnut, strong, thick neck. Monila buried her face in his tassels, nuzzling him gently, smelling the salty smell of the ocean upon his pelt. "It is so good to be here," softly she murmured. Her own foal was not Sorrel's, but she hoped that he loved him or her all the same.
"You and your foal will be safe here, Monila. I often check the borders for anyone sneaking in. Though the forest border is not one to worry about, as my ally lives within those trees so it at least is a safe place to be. The desert though that we can see is no safe place, for those who are of evil's stead run there."
he looked forwards to having the foals running about in his land. For they would be the first.
Another strenuous heave her sides gave as she let in another breath to her lungs. A sharp kick in the side sent her to the ground, soon to rise again. Time was coming...and soon. There was no time to go to the land of life. "There is no land that captivates my interest but yours," she said, contentment in her vocals, along with panting in between words. Sweat dripped from her belly and was gathering on her neck and hind quarters.
"I-I'll be back," she said with a to the point nod, beginning to hobble off, nearly ready to lay down. It was large, what ever breed of young one it was. To an oceanic cave she went, cool and damp. Lots of the softest sand that had not been touched by the sea nor daggers, in what is seemed like forever. Down she laid, laboring hard for hours. Soon, new life would come.