She flinched at his touch, defiant that she deserved any kind of comfort when she had let their children vanish. There was no time for it, besides.
Shaking the stallion's wing gently away, the seamare stepped away, looking at him grimly. Later, when the foals were found, then she might consider his reaction a kindness. For now though, it seemed misplaced. If he was willing to help in the searching, that would mean more than any soft embrace or words of comfort could.
She began to move and speak simultaneously. Her few mouthfuls of salt grass would have to be sustenance enough for the time being. "A boy and a girl," she described, gesturing that the gold banded stallion ought to follow her as she moved along the shore. "The girl has wings and antlers, and they both are sea born. She is dark, he is golden and I think they would not leave each other if they could avoid it."
That was her hope, anyway. That wherever the twins were, they had each other. She picked her way past driftwood and bladderwrack that had washed upon the shore, every sense keyed for signs of the missing pair. Some whisp of scent, some scrap of hair or a loosened scale. Any clue that would lead her to her children.
@[Warbird]