
Butterfly preened and hummed a song she had made up but was sure was the perfect lullaby for her unborn. She had to look good in case she ran into someone who she was hoping to run into. No one had exactly told her how to find someone to bless her first brood, but that if she kept searching, surely someone would be found.
She hefted herself back up onto her hooves and started to walk again, humming the same made up lullaby that seemed to change keys and notes at random.
"Don't you worry" she crooned to her midsection, getting heavier by the day. "I will be sure that you will be as close to perfection as possible." Couldn't be too much more, they were already one half of her and that was already a lot of perfection.
@Ruriska