Charred pillars kept a long stride, making ashy hooves' beats echo softly against the cave's walls. Almost hesitantly, my rosy bode sways into my sauntering walk as my speed is slowed, as ashy hooves bring me to the main chamber. Sable tassels swung from side to side, as my sickly pale blue occuli stared blatantly at the others that had gathered.

My vision reconized the familiar coloration of Blakc Onyx, though the mare he was speaking with was unknown. As was the other mare, and then the filly just made me uneasy. I, unlike my haunty composure and speech, had a tender spot for foals. I had no idea why, though I could pretty much surmise that it was because I'd wanted to have atleast one while I ruled but never achieved the goal because I had a miscarriage. Much thanks to my half-brother, the bastard.

Charred pillars pace my frame backwards at the memory, ivor audda flicking back against my boa and wild mass of sable curls. I would make sure that it would never happen again, if I ever carried another. Though, it left me unsure whether or not I was even meant to be a mother - it seemed unlikely due to my attiude and ruthless behavior.

My ivor tiara nods slightly, showing I heard Onyx's words and comprehending them, as my pale gaze shifts to every face he mentions so I can put a name with it. Sickly hued gaze lands on the mare named Black Poison, noting how she just nodded slightly and walked away. My gaze narrows slightly, as a ghost of a frown appears, before both fade away into my previous impassive mask as my mind took a mental note of such.

Then sickly hues landed on the foal, again. To learn her name and that she was a filly wretched at my heart even more.
"Of course. I'm sure in due time I'll know them all a bit more," I reply, trying to sound thoughtful, though my gaze remained on the filly with more interest than with her mother or the other mare at the moment.

My attention instantly snapped to him. I knew I'd be too stubbornly proud to ask him of such; and much too fragile, (mentally, anyways), to be commanded to carry another foal. But the question, the way he spoke of it with genuine honesty, which struck an odd cord with me. Never had honest words been spoken constantly to me; nor had honest words fallen from my charred lips as htey've been since my arrival here.

Did that mean I was softening? Becoming some faint-hearted wench that would keel over at any type of brash or crude gesture?

No....No. My mind knew I would be just as commanding and riggid, even if I chose to carry another life. By why the doubts? I knew miscarriages weren't common, but common enough to scare me slightly at trying again. But atleast he would care, or I guess he would, unlike my half-brother who'd watched me crumble into nothing from anguish of losing my firstborn to a miscarriage. And I vowed I wouldn't let it happen again - never, even if I was secure and safe, I'd always be on guard.

Yet my hesitancy made me nervous, like Onyx appeared to be. The the shuffling of slightly feathered pillars, and audda flickering forward from their previous pinned stance, I replied in almost a pleading sort of tone; "Force wouldn't of been needed, because I give you my consent. I'll carry your foal, our foal, just promise me one thing. Promise me nothing will come to harm him or her."

I felt like I'd degraded myself, by almost pleading with him. But my heart couldn't take it if I lost another child to Fate's crule clutches. I'd probably lose my mind.

A smile flickered across my ivor facade - a genuine smile. Such a smile was rare amongst darks, and even more so to be on my facade. It was almost frightening, from previous experiences, to show another some emotion. I'd done it once, to Hero, and he'd disappeared the day after.

"Thank you," came my response, the two words spoken so softly so that they wouldn't be heard. Sickly hued occuli watched him carefully, with a ghost of a smirk. "Should we go now? Before any strays decide to show up on our doorstep and we're too busy to slink away?"

[x] If you want, you can just go a head and post in the Breeding grounds if you don't want to reply to this. xD [/x]

"Tramontia! Revenu, en ce moment!" I bark at the dark grey filly as she flounces off, only flicking her black stump of a tail in response. Her muzzle is pointed in the air as she saunters off, earning only a soft growl in response. I leave her be, because I know she'll come back to me whenever she's hungry of gets scared from something.

Besides her attitude, which I'm sure will change in time, I had to admit - she was a pretty piece of work. Coming from her mother's mouth, it may sound like what every parent says, until they see her. She'd been graced with an unusual coloring like I had been - but even stranger, and darker. Bay hairs mixed in with steely grey gave off a reddish gleam to her coat in the light, like how my own had a copper-like sheen to it. I had no doubts that in the future, she'd have no trouble for finding a mate. The poor brute would probably have to go through her father first, however, knowing paternal instincts fairly well from my own.

[ Translation: ]
1.Revenu, en ce moment!
- Come back, right now!

Pinned audda catch his hoof beats first, untangling themselves from my silky black curls, they flicker forward in their forward stances. I grinned sardonically as he approached, and through his apologies. It didn't matter, anyways; I half-expected that he wouldn't show up. I knew I could, and would, ahndle Monti's birth alone. I was strong, and I would prove it.
"Beautiful? Yes, and very aware of it," I joked, my gaze shifting towards our daughter, who's taken interest to memorize every detail of the Caves. "It's fine. I half-expected you to be busy with something, with the herd or something else."

Black rimmed audials pivoted backwards, pressing themselves into my silky black curls briefly as he spoke. An uneasy feeling sat at the bottom of my stomach, but I fought to keep it under control - which I hoped I did. I couldn't let it show on my facade, especially when my own weaknesses made me sick. I was pathetic when I'd begged him to promise me that nothing would happen to Tramontia; but I had my own justified reasons. Partially because I'd miscarried over a year ago - before meeting him and carrying Monti. The other part was because, only known by myself, that if I'd have another miscarriage or if she'd died in her early days of life I would've died with her. If not, then I would of become a shell of what I used to be - a lifeless husk, so to speak. Every child I would bear would become my life's blood, besides their father. Every one of them would be precious to me, as Monti was.
"Of course not, how silly of me."

Sickly hued pools flickered to Monti's father, giving him a smile, before they returned to Monti's retreating form as she took in her home. Her inheritance, if her father couldn't name a heir when he passed on; or atleast, the place that solidfied her title as a Princess. An enticing title when it came to arrage her a mate, if Onyx followed such pretenses like my family had.