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Midwinter, Year 760 of the New Age
Glenmore, Close to the Kings Glade

What a proper Princess should act like in this moment were gone from her mind. She didnt even feel the cold wind or light scent within it that might mean that the first snow of the year might to be expected in a few days. She did not see the battling stags in the Royal Glade nor did she hear the grunts and taunts that was sneered to enrage the other. Sometimes those taunts could be quite raunchy but now she didnt hear them at all. Only one word echoed in her mind. One word her 'sister' just had informed her that she was. Pregnant. She was pregnant.

She hadn't dared to believe Nuala at first even if the feathered doe hardly had any reason to lie to her. Nuala had then embraced her, and her sweet little daughter Nim had wedged her way in between them. She was sure she hadn't felt anything like what she felt next in all her life, it wasn't even close to that first burst of magic she had experienced when she had healed Drustan. She had been like sucked into a warm chamber of some kind, filled with a warm glow, almost like a warmed up sunspot in the middle of a glade, bedded with moss and soft grass. There were a numbed steady beat in her ears instead of the normal sounds of the woods but it didnt scare her, instead it gave her a feeling of calm and peace. Then she saw a small glowing ball that seemed to hover in mid air, almost like a lightning bug. For one or two breaths she lingered in this warm place before she felt the light breeze against her face again and she opened her eyes. Another smile came to her features. Nu had said it was her baby. Her baby, hers and Drustans baby. She hadn't been able to help her tears, but this time, it wasn't sad ones.

Her cheeks were still a little damp as she made her way to the Kings Glade, careful like a simple slip would mean danger to the treasure within her but she still couldn't help to move with a certain bounce in her stride. Her magic seemed to rush ahead of her as she came closer, taking a shortcut through the almost bare shrubs and yellowing grasses, just as eager and excited to tell the sable stag the news as she was.