ooc;; I creid while writing this, so beware people. I don't cry easily.

So. This is what it all came to. This thought of war that had made them all so . . . happy? No happy wasn't the word. The word was . . . terrified. At first it had all been fine, some were even excited to start slaughtering darks. But what it all came down to was that they would die. They. Would. Die

And standing her with her family, the one that had taken her in when she was so young and naive, is when the true, unrelenting mortal terror and depression started to kick in. Just for the sake of Siggy, just for the sake of Fog, just for the sake of everyone she wanted to fight. Yet some things held her back. She had to take care of the foals. Storm and Viax's Melody, and her own and Fog's yet unborn one.

A tad bit startled and worried that Fog wasn't there yet, Tizzy found her comfort at that time would be found by Siggy. With heavy strides she slowly moved herself over toward her hero, the one who had acted like a father to her for so long, the one who had fathered her love. Her young, normally happy orbs looked up at him in such a way that it would force one to look away. They seemed to hold all the understanding, all the terror, and all the tears in the world. But as she stared at him, only a single salty drop fell from them, then she turned her away, letting her head sag.

It was a sad sight, all normal happiness of the lights gone. Instead all there was was a bunch of equines looking half-dead. Oculars closed on the world, and memories ran through her head. The one that hit home most was right after her and Fog had escaped the Mountain Realm once. They had reached the small river that ran along the border of the light lands. That's when he asked her to be his mate. A muffled sob escaped her muzzle and she didn't hold the rest back.

With her tassels swaying slightly in the breeze that chilled the marrow of bones, she cried. For what else was there to do? Smile? I don't think so. Wait? Yes. She could only wait for the worst . . .