There are too many things on her mind. It swirls around and around, traveling from her head to her stomach, giving her a headache and nausea at the same time. It sucks and she hates it.
There are too many things she wished were different. Not being pregnant is up there as one of them, but even that she isn't so sure about. Becoming a mom had never been on her agenda. Neither was falling hard for a girl that may never truly love her back. One who also didn't share much joy in the idea of starting a family. It was a silly dream Morrighan thought up and even as she was thinking it, she knew it was too far.
Maybe she's not meant to find love. It feels bitter on her tongue now. So much so that she'd rather spit it out like it's poison and never deal with it again. Now she feels the anger boiling and the fire within her begging to be released. She grits her teeth, but does not let the beast go just yet. If she does, she's afraid the markets might set on fire again.
As she walks (or rather, waddles) down the street, she's nearly trampled over by two young hooligan kids. "Watch where you're going!" she snaps at them. Without hesitation, her fire appears and reaches out to the kids. If they were to look at her eyes, they would think she's a madwoman, but really she's just hormonal and crampy. Either way, they don't stick around long and run away in fear. To many, it's a wonder how Morrighan will manage to be a mother. She's not even sure herself.
The Regent feels eyes on her and she turns to see a pale colored mare staring at her from across the way. Morrighan narrows her eyes. "What are you looking at?" she growls and begins to step closer. She doesn't recognize her and is curious to find out who she is or what business she has here.
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