The filly looked at her with no hint of fear or worry. There was such an aura of innocence about her, that the lady was not even slightly surprised to find out the girl had been called Lamb. It suited her more than the flowery moniker she offered first. However, the first name, Lavendel, was one she could see the child growing into as she matured.
"Well, I think I will call you Lamb as well, if that's alright with you."
She replied amicably. The great cloak of her wings fluttered, pleased with the child's admiration. If there was a flaw to Sabra's character, and there were several, vanity lead the pack. But the sweet way in which Lamb was looking at her wings endeared her to the woman in a way she didn't know how to react. Perhaps it was the little life inside her that made her feel this way, but she wanted nothing more than to take this little lost lamb under her wing, so to speak. A silvery laugh bubbled from her, as she opened the expanse of her wings, so they could be seen properly.
"Yes, I'm rather fond of them myself. They serve me well. When I'm not trying to haul around a passenger." She admitted with a hint of dolor. Her baby was so close, she could feel it, and it couldn't come fast enough now. She missed her open sky with a lover's passion. A heavenward glance emphasized her point. Only fragments of sky were viable from where they stood, turning the canopy into a brilliant patchwork of blue and orange and gold. A light sigh, and she looked back at the splashed girl.
"Tell me, Lamb dear, would you like to live here, in Sylva? That is the name of the land you're standing in now. We could use a heart like yours in these woods." She spoke, looking her in the eye as she did.
@[Lavendel]