{~ I'll just post it, and wait for you to reply whenever. ~}
Chocolatey hues mixed together with charred pillars, tassels and banner as the femme made her way to the field. Sweat ran down her bod, leaving streaks of darker, wet hide on the otherwise dry frame. Barrel was extended, the reason for her sudden departure and quest to come here. It was her undborn son or daughter, ready to make his or her way into the world their mother called home. Dancer stumbled once, her size making walking ungainly, but she kept going, until she'd reached the grassy meadow that she could foal in. She dropped to her knees and belly in joy, glad that she'd finally made it. But then the muscles along her side rippled. No, not yet. Please not yet. She had to wait for Zycian! She couldn't have his foal without him! Gritting her teeth, she begged for the pain to subside, at least until Zy could make it. Then she'd be okay. But she had to wait for him. She just had to!
{~ Bad, but I'm obsessed with IdC right now. Sorreh. ~}