[B] Surprise (Cucumber x Sleeping Terror x ???)

[fluo]

[imgleft]http://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/image ... uncert.png[/imgleft]Cucumber thought she was done with the babymaking business and she had no one to blame but herself. Sure, the swagger of the buck was undeniable as was his charm, but here she was on the cusp of Winter with a slightly rounded belly. She knew better. Soon she would be a sitting duck and round like the watermelons she gorged on in Summer. She sulked for a bit until her mood gave way to anger. She was annoyed. Why did does have to carry? Why not the bucks!? And with a twinkle in her eye, she was spoiling for a fight.

[Mima]

[imgleft]https://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/imag ... ncert3.png[/imgleft]Sleeping Terror was bored in the ways old mares tended to be. Like a grandmother feeling mighty under appreciated by her nonexistent grandkids. The latest expedition had left without her, and she had a bit of an inferiority complex about it. Fine, swamp momdad, maybe she DIDN’T want to go on a cool expedition to the caves and risk her life in combat again(? she assumed based on prior experience the other obelisks must have been suitably murdery as well) for no tangible reward! See if she cared!

So there was a twinge of annoyance in her as she felt that ever-present nagging in the back of her mind that came with ascension. The nagging of an expecting kin in the vicinity. Ughhhh.

The gargantuan lump of a totoma mare tromped towards Cucumber, very much taking her time. ”Whaddaya want?” she grumbled in a snappy, very-unbefitting-of-a-legendary tone.