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Aonani: -Quietly and carefully peeks from behind some bushes to nervously glance at a certain Angeni- ....
Fremere: *Ears swivel as he gets the feeling he's being watched. Searches out for what, or who, could be causing the feeling*
Aonani: -Ears fall as she lowers her head and tries to hide for a moment. She wanted to hide there forever, but she knew she couldn't, especially with the news she was holding- ... -Sighs and paints on a smile as she trots out- Hello there Sir.
Fremere: *Relaxes upon realizing just who it was, his lips curving into a smile as he bows his head in greeting.* Evening Miss Aonani, I hope this night finds you well?
Aonani: -Nods and holds her smile towards the large, at least large for her, stallion- Yes, yes it is. It has actually turned out to me quite an...interesting night really.
Fremere: Interesting you say? *His amber eyes look the mare over, knowing that something was different about her. But unable to place just what.*
Aonani: Yes. Though, at the moment I am not sure if this change is truely positive or negative yet.
Fremere: *Frowns as concern rises up. He lowers himself to her level, hoping to disperse any intimidation there might be. If any* What is it that is troubling you Miss Aonani?
Aonani: -Keeps quiet for a moment and whispers- I think I'm.....pregnant...
Fremere: *To say that was the last thing the stallion ever expected to hear from the mare was an understatement. Kids had never been a consideration in his life plan.... Nostrils flare as he lets out a deep sigh. Too late for that now, what was done, was done. He could not leave her if it came to be true* Are you certain?
Aonani: -Slowly nods, her gaze turning to the grass under her hooves- Yes, I believe so. The signs are slowly forming, but only time will really tell. I-I'm really sorry if this news is a burden to you! If this isn't what you want I'm sure I can probably care for them on my own!
Fremere: *Cocks his slightly while watching the mare, even now, he found her behavior charming. Knots of uncertainty began to tangle within his belly. Children were anchors, that meant no more following his whims whenever he felt the desire to just leave. Despite the knots, he leaned into nuzzle at the mare, attempting to offer comfort* If you are indeed carrying offspring, our offspring, then I will not leave you to care for them on your own.
