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// Entry 159: Pregnancy 
// Story: Samudra's Journal 
// by vren55 
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Redoubling our efforts to search near the coasts have yielded some results, but it wasn’t nearly as successful as I thought it would be.

We did find kelpies, but we found heavily armed and armored kelpies in escort groups. I expected at least a few schools of fry so that the kelpies could feed their young with the fish that tends to grow in the shallower waters, but no, all my forces found were combat ready kelpies. 

Suffice to say… there were a lot of damn casualties and nothing else. I’ve had to mobilise several local garrisons, but I can’t do much. 

Pregnancy is terrible. I… I love that I can feel the life in me kick, but it’s difficult enough for me to move through the palace. To go out now would be stupid and suicidal.

Poor Monsoon. I’ve been feeling terribly out of sorts and he’s been facing the brunt of it. Thank the Creator he’s so calm and tolerant of my mood swings. To be sure I personally reward him for his efforts, but I myself don’t envy his position.

We’ve talked about names…. If it is a mare, we shall call her Panthalussa, after my old mentor. If it’s a stallion, we will call him Typhon, an old name, but it’s one that Monsoon suggested and I like it.

Oh child, I cannot wait until you are born.