the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
He might like meeting Clayton, she thinks; that boy is a gentle soul, and the palomino reminds her of him - and perhaps Kreed, too, but she's not sure how long Solace will keep her friend's daughter around (Ilma isn't sure why the queen had agreed to it, but it wasn't Ilma's job to question that).
The young colt seems to feel safe with her instantly - so much so that he already tries to stand (she's not quite sure how old he is, but he's not quite smooth with the movement), and buries himself into her small chest. She chuckles softly and realigns his forelock. "Finch," she repeats, that's a pretty name, "My name is Ilma. Yes, I am a momma, and if you want to, I'll be your momma too."
She looks into his eyes - blue and bright. She smiles. He might not be hers, he might not be her would-be-lover's, but she can easily pretend. Almost too easily, perhaps but, she couldn't quite care. His own mother would or could not raise him, well, then she would, instead. "Are you ready to travel, Finch?" she asks him. He looks healthy, but she's not sure how much he's slept yet, and it certainly wouldn't do to push him beyond his limits already.
@[Finch]