She thinks that despite his rough exterior, Killdare would make a great father to any foal, regardless of gender. He’s thoughtful (in a resentful sort of way that only causes her cheeks to tug into a brittle smile) but he takes her advice and peers back at Dacia with a curious glance. Astri watches them interact, sees the way his head draws back from her little party trick. It’s enjoyable, and she cements this moment in her heart for later days when her world will be lonely again. How lucky he should consider himself now - to be part of her few happy memories. He noses about, finding some remains that will serve as a test, and he nudges them towards her daughter.
"See Killdare?” She says, pushing her offspring forward in encouragement. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” A teasing laugh escapes her, mis-matching eyes roaming the face of the stoic male. Killdare was easy to be around in a way that Astri couldn’t quite understand yet, but she tries not to think too much on the subject. Her olive green girl is sniffing the bones mildly, plush little lips feathering the surface of them with foal nips. Her reaction this time is quicker, with her skin fading almost instantaneously to the same ivory color. This time though, the change makes it all the way across her body - right to the point of her hooves. Astri grins, praising the girl softly before gathering herself to look back at her colonel.
“The trick is to not worry yourself to death over it. Parent how you see fit, and what happens, happens. My advice is to spend a little bit of time with her.” She breaths, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of the day weigh upon her. Her eyes flicker over his proud set of wings, and she smirks. “She could surprise you, you never know.” She wants to offer him a reason to come around her more - maybe entice him with a mock battle, something, anything. But Astri is stagnant in the arts of true friendship, so she says nothing and hopes that what she has said is enough to make him think more of her.
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