The colt greets her fondly, and Solace can't help but be pleased by her daughter's choice in a companion. In the brief moment which follows she realizes that she never introduced herself to her newest ward.
"You can call me Solace," she adds, her blue resting on each child for a breath. Hyaline's Cartaker notices the hesitation, maybe even fear, which hinders the young girl but it does not discourage her. It is natural, she thinks, for her to feel uncomfortable at first. Her entire world had changed in a moment, and she had been helpless to do anything about it.
There are more questions that need to be answered, but Solace hopes that Clayton's kind attention will be just what Kreed needs to help her feel at home. Later, she decides, once she has had a moment to adjust, would be a better time to discuss the details of her new life here in Hyaline.
The buckskin and cream mare takes a step forward as Clayton looks to Kreed, gently touching her muzzle to the filly's dark shoulder for a fleeting moment. "Let's keep moving, lead the way Clayton," she says in a soft, low tone, "the lake is this way and I think you feel much better when we get there."
Or at least Solace would. No harm could come to the child once they reached the bustling, emerald shores of Hyaline's Heart.
we are the ever-living ghost of what once was
@[Kreed]
