
A twist of the lithe body as a gust kicked up allowed her to continue on
A gust—although to a delicate little thing as herself what wasn't a strong wing—kicked up and she tucked her wings in tight, giving a twist of her body to dart through the air. She'd left in a hurry of sorts, only in as much time that it had taken her to entrust that her newest great great grandchildren were actually asleep and tucked in tightly around their great grandmother and their grandfather and their dad and their mom. Or, more accurately, that they were cocooned by the adults to ensure that there would be no foals missing when the tired parents awoke. To the kin that chose to raise their children, it indeed took a gathering to do it with a sound mind.
If it had been another, a new one, she might have let it go. She might have tried to press in closer to Breach and listened as she talked about the new places she had discovered. The kind of places that only her niece-daughter could find and the strangeness that had occurred upon seeing what those places were home to. The younger mare had yet to approach these new (but not
entirely new) creatures with the strange fins, but the little ones had been enthralled all the same. Even she had found it terribly exciting!
But, then, it was not a new kin at all. It was an old friend—a
good friend. (As if Giveforward had any bad friends!) And if she might have felt indebted, it was hard to tell over the overwhelming want to see Heart and Home again. She pressed a kiss into her niece-daughter's cheek, a nuzzle into her grandson's mane, and breathed a soft breath of reassurance that she would be back soon before taking flight.