Sawtooth Spire Anarórë

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summary: Because of her delicate state, a relentless Agana explores the Sawtooth in search of a ‘nest’.
time: morning, 14/02

 
Agana was relentless; she was most likely showing by now and she could no longer deny the fact she would soon be a mother. Sometimes she just lies on the ground and stares at her belly, thinking it will get bigger and heavier with each day. Aches were now a regular occurring, but they did not affect her mood most days.
 
Thinking of it, she did not have yet her own place to sleep like she did back in the vale. So early in the morning she gathered her energy and padded along the Sawtooth. Snow covered the ground almost everywhere she looked, small black patches of earth scattered across the silver landscape. The argent ascended on a hill and raised her muzzle, golden gaze searching for nothing in particular yet.
 
The Klinge descended slowly and continued on her walk as the faint rays of the sunrise hit her stone mane that hugged her shoulders gently. Golden gaze turned to see her belly that was covered in orange hues, rounder than its usual shape. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as the corners tugged into a smile; Agana regained her original position and continued her search.