her whole world's come undone

[Ilma]

A little breeze goes a long way

The white female thought about Noirmay’s answer for a moment; she just wasn’t sure. The buckskin filly pointed west, and she knew there was a part of the forest one should indeed avoid, but if that meant that Noirmay’s father would end up in Loess, Sylva, Hyaline or Nerine, she could not tell. ”I’m not sure. There’s several kingdoms bordering ours, so he might, but it could be a neighbouring kingdom as well.” she told her new young friend. She had the right to know that Ilma wasn’t sure, or so the white female always thought. Foals learned best when an adult was honest about what they knew, in her opinion. ”Oh, Hyaline is indeed pretty! It’s technically a vale, surrounded by the mountains, and had a large lake in the middle that reflects the sun beautifully.” she was quick to describe further. If Noirmay had a feel for thinfbs pretty, she would love it as much as Ilma. ”It’s not too far by flight, but can take some time travelling on foot.” she adds; she does not know if Noirmay’s wings originate from her mother or father. On foot one might best go by the riverlands, she thinks, but the filly hasn’t described that so it’s entirely possible he will skip Hyaline. If Lamb is any indication though, Ilma thinks Sylva a good second. She chuckles at the forward question that Noirmay offers, and shakes her head. ”Perhaps come spring, I will.” It is too soon for her to tell if Ashhal indeed sired a foal, and she honestly wouldn’t mind if he had. She was born a mother; firstly to her younger siblings but perhaps she could adopt some of those who need a feminine figure to guide them, as well. So if she has a foal of her own, that would be no problem. Ilma has love enough for two, even if she suspects she may not see the father again for some time now.

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@[Noirmay] it’s fine, I was away for a few days anyway