the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
The white mare has been out and about more, now that her son was weaned and did not need her for a food source any longer. Her baby boy was becoming a fine young man although, going through the quirks of teenage-life was probably tough on him. On top of that it was his first winter, and Hyaline could have the coldest ones. But she figured, if he got through this one he would get through any and all of them.
Returning to their hiding place in the rocks near the lake where they usually spend the night, she finds the place empty. Although not worried about his safety, (in fact it’s his older younger sister that she would worry about more), she wonders where he’s gone off to. Perhaps he’s playing with Velk or Kanamae - but she doesn’t get their scent, so maybe he is on his own after all.
She strolls in the gerenal direction of his scent. Not wanting to give off that she is looking for him too actively, but there is something that she needs to talk to him about. After all she totally lost it when Arithmetic made those glances at her in the field - and she’s not sure what Llowell thinks to be his heritage at this point, but, he should know about the tense between his birth father and her, at least. If he wants to meet his father, that’d be his own decision. He’s almost a yearling by now, after all.
It takes a while before she spots his movement in the grey and white of the mountains. But when she does, she trots in his direction. ”Llowell, my boy,” she asks. ”I’d like to talk to you about something.”
@[Llowell] You can either play it like she told him once that he has a different dad because she was raped (but probably without details) or, play it like she never told him anything yet (in which case she will do so now). Let me know what you prefer?