She lifted her head, bemused smile on her face. The spotted stallion who neared was a welcome sight, far removed from the turbulence of her own feelings. He had his own mischief to sort out.
The evidence of which lay nestled in the sand of her pool, shining where the dappled sunlight fell on it's curved surface. "Hello, Aodhán," she returned the greeting, smiling vaguely before returning her attention to the pool. The surface rippled faintly as the embryo of her foal danced in it's casing, dreaming of life, she liked to think. Good dreams, she hoped.
It was harder to tell what the more traditional egg her friend had produced one afternoon was doing. There was no translucency to guess at, no swelling as the days went on. Nothing to reassure it's parent that all was well within. It seemed nerve wracking to the seamare, who realized she'd become spoiled by her own reproductive habits.
With a tight-muscled groan, she rose to her feet. Much as she wished she could, she couldn't spend the live long day watching still waters. And if Aodhán would be here a while, well. She could go on with her day, and worry just a bit less.
"It's a beautiful thing you've made," she commented, eyes kind. This stallion was one she'd never been able to predict. In all ways, he was changeable. Maybe that was why she couldn't find surprise when he'd approached her about sheltering an egg. His egg. It was hardly the strangest idea he'd ever had.
"Do you know what you'll call it, yet?" She asked. It was a question she herself had been pondering about her own little minnow, what to call the child once it emerged into the air. Whatever she settled on, she was sure her child would grow into the name, just as its siblings had.
@[Aodhan]