the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
If it hadn't been for the young adult Hyaline prince (or once-prince, since he technically had chosen to go with Magnus; not that she minded, to be honest if she didn't think she fitted in here much better, she would have considered the same), she might never have guessed. Yet as Finch joins them and he is the only sound they hear, it dawns on her. The girl just smiles, and looks around, guiding her little starlights towards the colt that Ilma had just brought home - she doesn't speak a word.
Mute.
The white mare doesn't really feel bothered by this, save for the lack of a name to give the girl. Looking her over a few times, she mulls on what she sees. The girl has an air of confidence where other foals would probably whine or run; smiling so easily upon a stranger. On top of that a rich colouring and royal purple to her mane; she deserves a royal name to match. But she knows one, from long ago, before she wandered into Beqanna.
"This is Finch," she tells the girl. A swift flick of her ears and she confirms what she already knew; no parent in sight for miles. Ilma takes a breath and looks from the colt to the filly. "You can come with us if you like. We'll be your family. Do you want me to find you a new name?" she asks. There's one she has in mind but, honestly if the girl already had a name, then maybe in time they could find out what it was. Ilma wouldn't want to be so forward to give her a name she didn't want.
@[Finch] @[Kleopatra]