"Or the water,” Brazen’s friend comments dryly, "I’m convinced Nev poisoned the drinking supply.”

Lilliana is somber-faced for a moment before there is a gleam of white and the chestnut flashes a pretty smile, an obvious brightening of her copper features. Her humor is the best defense that she knows and its become a method of coping in the days and weeks since she has last seen Fiorina. The black mare rolls her eyes good-naturedly and a teasing glint shines behind her blue eyes.

"Stay in Nerine for a while and we can roll our way down to the beaches,” the Taigan laughs when she sees the dark mare look her way. There are some mares who are lovely in their fertility and then there is Lilliana: she assumes that she is about as lovely to look upon as the boulders that rest at the bottom of the Nerinian cliffs. She had already been a petite mare to begin and her current state is only made more obvious by that - throw in the addition of two foals and she knows she looks ridiculous. 

The reference of a ‘crotch goblin’ barely stifles her laughter. 

For a moment, she can forget the circumstances that brought Fiorina and herself together. She is content to enjoy the company of fellow expectant mothers (Lilliana has no one to tell how afraid she is, how nervous she can be and how often she wonders what is normal and what is not). Brazen, as always, is a steadying comfort and Lilliana glances to her affectionately, reaching out to brush her nose against one of her bony spikes.

It makes her grateful that she is looking away when Fiorina mentions the circumstances that brought about their pregnancies.

Instead, the chestnut returns to the conversation with a ready smile at Eurwen’s mention about how dangerous walruses can be and that their fellow Nerinian will be an aunt of three. Lilliana assumes that her spotted companion is carrying twins (unless the Northern mares carry foals differently from the rest of their Beqanna counterparts and more like waddling walruses mentioned earlier) and so she adds with a grin, "Four.”

Lilli glances back to Fio, waiting for what she will have to add. Her brow furrows before she asks, "Wolfba-?”

Oh. She can't swallow the name quick enough.

The Taigan finds her smile but it doesn’t quite reach her blue eyes (talking as politely about that incident as if the shapeshifter was merely a thunderstorm instead of a raging hurricane of chaos), "Nerine is, fortunately, a tentacle-free zone.” 

Glancing to the side at spotted Eurwen, the Taigan Ambassador shifts her weight (uneasily). "It's, uh, a long story." And surely, she hopes, there are better things to talk of. Lilliana returns to what she knows and tries to turn the conversation to the only not-pregnant mare in the group with her familiar teasing, (and away from her, Gods, she wants it as far North as the Isle, off Beqanna's map), "The moral of it is, @[Brazen], don't drink the water in Nerine."