It had been a few weeks since Persimmon's little interlude with the handsome buck, and she was finally beginning to feel the results of the evening weighing on her body. While the more vain and self-centered parts of her almost resented the changing of her already perfect shape, she was ultimately proud of what she had done. To carry on her family's line -- obviously the most beautiful and intelligent and perfect in the swamp -- was a great task. And if she was going to do this thing, she was going to do it right.
Even if it meant slumping her way along through this disgustingly muddy section of the swamp to find the legendary she had heard lived near here. Her hoof-fluff was upsettingly sodden and the low vines and branches in the area seemed to have a terrible affinity for getting stuck in her previously immaculate hair. "It's for the children," Simper kept muttering to herself, her tone becoming increasingly desperate the more disheveled she got. "For the children, for the children." She slipped on a particularly muddy patch and fell to her knees, dirty water splashing up into her hair. "Aaargh!" her tone hovered somewhere between disgust and extreme frustration as she shouted. "There had better be a legendary out here or I am going to kill something!" A little un-decorous for the usually restrained doe -- but the situation was extenuating, and she felt justified in having a hissy fit.
