Blame it on chance

[Tarvelie]

She finished cleaning him, her ears pressed forward as she watched those around them. Her wings had since folded back against her sides, no longer caring for the prying eyes of others. This was her son, and no one could change that for her.

She let out a small laugh at his eagerness to continue. She nudged his side gently, smiling at the boy.

"Rest now Ardashir, we have a long journey when you rise." 

She spoke of their journey to Nerine. Though the journey for her was usually quick (for air held no boundaries as the ground did) it would now be tripled in length. The lands she claimed as her home were across Beqanna, a long journey for a newly born foal.

She nudged him gently, urging him to sleep. Over the course of the day she too had grown tired, and sleep would be needed to make it back to Nerine.

(OOC:I can start a new post in Nerine if you would like?)