In her life, Shadow had always had one desire in her heart, one she always longed seen true: to be a mother. In her youth as her sire saw to her frame and made strong her skills of blade, she wondered if she wanted a filly or colt?

As she pondered strategems of Hurricane and the history she paused over one drawing of his family... why would any stallion want three mares too be nagged by and attend too in their more melancholic moments was a thing that Shadow could only shudder at the prospect of, but the foals... a filly. Yes, a wee lass.

As she wandered the fog of Everfree in cloak and dark barding, Shadow watched as foxes clambered before her. As the female paused, she bared her fangs a bit. Shadow Shadow mused a colt... This place Everfree, here is a place he may learn to be a stallion.

And one day, Shadow stood at the clouds edge, and looked over her shoulder as her hearts desire trotted up, and grinned sheepishly. She had wished to be made glowing in foal bear, but this was as great a boon as she could ask... Gale Kicker, her little filly. And she was perfect as any day dream Shadow had ever had

"A foal... I'm to bear foal."
In the sway of the ships, within quarters there, Shadow can now only gaze into her mirror, and say "Oh Shadow... to wish we were in rebellion again, for those days we could bear. I am too tired and heart sick too see to you child... why would you wish to be mine now?"

And as the sun set, she could only wish... it was as she wanted, not what had been thrust into her hooves. She was a mother again... But how could she give more after all she had sacrificed? Could she one day tell this one...

I wanted this.