the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
She's not at all pleased with whatever sad excuse for her former friend this person is - but she focuses (with a lot of restraint) on Sabra instead. The mare's birthing is quick enough, and despite the circumstances, at least the birth seems to be normal. A purplish filly falls out, glittering, and Ilma is amazed by that little fact. She hadn't quite seen a glittering horse before... no wait, she had! But that was long ago and she had been drunk so she couldn't be exactly sure.
Miela fits with Sabra though. Glittering and pearlescent, they don't seem to differ too much. Except that she has been sired by someone completely different than Castile, which was obvious. Instead of a stocky baroque figure, the girl was and would be, slim - oh and purple.
Then there's the pacing Castile, obviously triggered in some way that this child isn't his. Ilma's burning amber eyes stare the rampaging man down. She might have said more about his behaviour, but Sabra holds her ground well enough. It is her child. Sometimes a woman just comes with pre-made children. That's a fact, and he'll have to take it or leave it.
She had been lucky to have a friend-or-lover who had accepted her wholly - Llowell included. If Cas couldn't do the same... why, she might just start to believe his claims that he was a monster.
But either way, she will not leave Sabra's side until he either mans up of leaves the scene.
@[Sabra] @[Castile] @[Miela]