A pleased look crosses Rel’s face at the lack of protest from Laurelin, though she is not foolish enough to think he is happy about the position he is in. She smartly doesn’t draw attention to it, instead opting to watch the kits intently, as if just by peering at them she will be able to keep them from falling.
“Mhmm,” Rel hums at the stallion’s response, closing her eyes as a small, amused smile lifts her lips. “Of course, I’m sure you had to grow into it. Though with looks as strong as yours, I’m sure there was no awkward teenage phase.” She grins, realizing that she means what she says as she says it. He is very pretty, incredibly so—though she has been known to be unpleasant, Rel can’t say she has ever been a liar. Or inclined to deny herself a lovely view.
“I believe it,” she answers, then adds, “Who is your brother?”
Though surprised by the subtle compliment, Rel doesn’t deny that she is beautiful. Her pale blue and white coat shimmering with every color of the rainbow—she looks like a walking summer sky, clear and sunny and invigorating.
“Yes,” Rel answers simply. She was cute as a child despite having the attitude of a banshee trapped in a toddler’s body.
“You’re the most beautiful, but is the rest of your family pretty?”
