guess you're out of your mind 'til it actually happens
Fechin is busy studying Aodhan’s fetlocks and staring at his metallic spots, much as she had done. Those spots do seem like a dead giveaway that even if he wasn’t their uncle, there might be some family relation… somewhere. Their grandsire had other descendants, it had been explained, and so the stallion could easily be one of them.
Her twin glances sidelong at her - a rather conspiratorial look shared between the sisters - that leaves them in quiet agreement that this is a matter for their mother to settle. If they can find her. Before @[Aodhan] can elaborate on @[Fechin]’s question, Brienna interjects: "Remember, he can change shapes.” The yearling warns. If he could disguise himself as a bird, why not a horse with spots? Why would he? her glare says when she looks back at the shapeshifter.
A pale ear flicks to the stallion as he starts to speak and Brienna watches him guardedly.
She learns that their grandparents were devoted to each other. That Leilan took control of the Isle for Breckin, their grand-dam. It was an endearing story, one that might have made Brienna go soft-eyed if Aodhan hadn’t chased her across Nerine to tell it. He does come bearing a warning that clouds Bri’s curious expression. Roz? she thinks, storing the name away for later.
What threat might she pose to them? Was she another shadow for the North to fear?
A scent fills the air and when Brienna turns her pale face around, there is her mother. The girl’s face lights up with relief and the yearling filly even manages to smile at the arrival of her mother. Her uncle and his missteps across the moorlands are momentarily forgotten.
It isn’t until @[Eurwen] starts teasing the baroque stallion that Brienna finally starts to accept that there might be some merit in what he had said. Her spotted dam is bumping shoulders with the taller male that Brienna shyly teases (and she has a gleam of fresh sweat to prove it): "Uncle Aey tried to eat to me.”
BRIENNA