09-23-2018, 10:26 PM
Nalia didn't mind Breckin's suggestion, also wanting the bay mare to be comfy and putting that at the head of her priority list. The grulla paint filly followed after Breckin and Roseen, walking calmly for most of the trip to help keep the bay mare calm. However, the filly's boundless energy got the better of her and she eventually took to the skies, flying on ahead to where Breckin was leading them to make sure that it would be safe for Roseen. Nalia didn't doubt the Queen's words, but no one could be too careful, especially with a pregnant mare in the group.
The filly was also looking for a bit of an excuse to stretch out her muscles again, her wings gaining an uncomfortable cramp if not used after a while. Which would explain the discomfort she woke up with most mornings, unless she remembered to wake up and go for an evening flight. But that put aside, Nalia didn't see anything dangerous with the group's destination, and so turned back to reunite with Breckin and Roseen.
To try and sate her mind, the filly also pulled off a couple of flips and tricks in the air before settling down by the mares, landing on a canter stride and folding her wings in. The tree overhang that Breckin was leading them too looked a bit more forbidding on the ground, but Nalia didn't let such a feeling show. The filly stopped outside of the woven pine tree limbs to let Roseen have her privacy inside the small shelter, sneezing when a couple of the small pine needles fell off the tree and onto her tapered nose.
Breckin offered Roseen a tour of Nerine, apparently something she had promised, and Nalia would have offered to join them if she hadn't remembered this was a sensitive time right now. She doubted her energy would help Roseen's stress, so she forced herself to stay calm, trying to sate her urges to move by pruning her wings or ruffling the feathers with the appendages tucked against her barrel.
Roseen entered the shelter alone and laid down on her side, letting her legs unfold from under her body to relieve them from the weight of her body. The bay mare then told the Queen that she would enjoy said promised tour before her face contorted in pain. Nalia anxiously pranced in place by the shelter's entrance, wanting to see if she could help in some way, but instinct telling her she needed to let Roseen do this on her own.
Some time passed before Roseen finally spoke, Nalia turning her head to look back since she'd been giving the mare privacy by averting her eyes. Nalia's own widened in wonder when she beheld the silver-colored colt at Roseen's side, his white mane and tail standing out in stark contrast. He also looked a little thick in build, which Nalia guessed he'd gotten from his sire since Roseen had a more slender frame and build. Nalia felt a slight stirring in her belly at seeing the tiny creature, a feeling she didn't quite understand. Why was she feeling this way? Did it have to do with seeing the foal? Little did she know that it was her body's own way of telling her she was capable of having one of her own, but since Nalia had been separated from her dam and the only births she had witnessed before this were during the days she could barely remember, she didn't know she could have one soon. If she did know, she'd also realize she was missing one key ingredient to the factor.
Roseen had decided to name the colt Thorgal, a name Nalia didn't quite understand but wouldn't complain about. After all, it wasn't her colt, who was she to say anything? She lowered her head a little, nostrils flared, as if trying to absorb the colt's scent from a distance, but she withdrew once Roseen turned to look up at them and ask if she could stay in Nerine while she raised her newborn colt.
Nalia, obviously, had no problem with the bay mare staying. Throwing her weight off her front legs, into a mini-rear, she then countered by throwing her weight forward and lifting her hind legs off the ground, sort of a rocking back and forth motion. She did it twice as she spoke, "Of course! We'd love to - " And then she cut herself off, remembering that while she was learning to be a diplomat, she still didn't really have any jurisdiction over inviting Roseen to stay. And so the filly forced herself to stand still once more, anxious eyes going toward Breckin to see what the Queen would have to say about Roseen's request.
@[Roseen] @[Breckin]
The filly was also looking for a bit of an excuse to stretch out her muscles again, her wings gaining an uncomfortable cramp if not used after a while. Which would explain the discomfort she woke up with most mornings, unless she remembered to wake up and go for an evening flight. But that put aside, Nalia didn't see anything dangerous with the group's destination, and so turned back to reunite with Breckin and Roseen.
To try and sate her mind, the filly also pulled off a couple of flips and tricks in the air before settling down by the mares, landing on a canter stride and folding her wings in. The tree overhang that Breckin was leading them too looked a bit more forbidding on the ground, but Nalia didn't let such a feeling show. The filly stopped outside of the woven pine tree limbs to let Roseen have her privacy inside the small shelter, sneezing when a couple of the small pine needles fell off the tree and onto her tapered nose.
Breckin offered Roseen a tour of Nerine, apparently something she had promised, and Nalia would have offered to join them if she hadn't remembered this was a sensitive time right now. She doubted her energy would help Roseen's stress, so she forced herself to stay calm, trying to sate her urges to move by pruning her wings or ruffling the feathers with the appendages tucked against her barrel.
Roseen entered the shelter alone and laid down on her side, letting her legs unfold from under her body to relieve them from the weight of her body. The bay mare then told the Queen that she would enjoy said promised tour before her face contorted in pain. Nalia anxiously pranced in place by the shelter's entrance, wanting to see if she could help in some way, but instinct telling her she needed to let Roseen do this on her own.
Some time passed before Roseen finally spoke, Nalia turning her head to look back since she'd been giving the mare privacy by averting her eyes. Nalia's own widened in wonder when she beheld the silver-colored colt at Roseen's side, his white mane and tail standing out in stark contrast. He also looked a little thick in build, which Nalia guessed he'd gotten from his sire since Roseen had a more slender frame and build. Nalia felt a slight stirring in her belly at seeing the tiny creature, a feeling she didn't quite understand. Why was she feeling this way? Did it have to do with seeing the foal? Little did she know that it was her body's own way of telling her she was capable of having one of her own, but since Nalia had been separated from her dam and the only births she had witnessed before this were during the days she could barely remember, she didn't know she could have one soon. If she did know, she'd also realize she was missing one key ingredient to the factor.
Roseen had decided to name the colt Thorgal, a name Nalia didn't quite understand but wouldn't complain about. After all, it wasn't her colt, who was she to say anything? She lowered her head a little, nostrils flared, as if trying to absorb the colt's scent from a distance, but she withdrew once Roseen turned to look up at them and ask if she could stay in Nerine while she raised her newborn colt.
Nalia, obviously, had no problem with the bay mare staying. Throwing her weight off her front legs, into a mini-rear, she then countered by throwing her weight forward and lifting her hind legs off the ground, sort of a rocking back and forth motion. She did it twice as she spoke, "Of course! We'd love to - " And then she cut herself off, remembering that while she was learning to be a diplomat, she still didn't really have any jurisdiction over inviting Roseen to stay. And so the filly forced herself to stand still once more, anxious eyes going toward Breckin to see what the Queen would have to say about Roseen's request.
@[Roseen] @[Breckin]