It's gotta be a cloudy day
The pride glowing from the queen is something the golden femme can finally empathize with. The pain, fear, worries, fatigue, joy, pride and youthfulness that motherhood brings is only understood to those who have gone through it. Most of the time you feel clueless trying to figure out how to raise a child as best as you can and banding together with others who are going through the same struggles is comforting and strengthening. It’s not that the two mares didn’t have much in common before, after all they had the same loyalty for the kingdom and kind, compassionate souls; motherhood was just one more thing that could bring them closer.
“I can relate to that.” she says with a chuckle, glancing at her boy. The compliment is taken with delight as if she had some control over Cicero’s appearance. “It is so nice to see you too. I am also better now.” Although the ghost of that fated day with the lavender pegasus still haunts her, the happiness outweighed the nightmare. Jedi had adopted the colt as his own and they made an odd family but it worked. Ashara is unsure if the other mare is aware of what happened, it seemed like the king and queen were exceptionally close lately, the spotted girl is proof of that, but perhaps the spotted stallion had spared his companionship the heartache of the truth. The memory of him seeing the palomino vixen crying, beat up and full of shame causes her a little embarrassment so she quickly shakes the thought. Regardless if Ygritte knows about the attack or not, there was no need to bring the conversation down, however she does anyway. “Jedi is well. I think he is grieving over the stillborn with Sorea, and her absence but this little one, Cicero, keeps him busy. And Kreios? Is she his?” Though pretty sure of the answer she asks anyway. Amber eyes search adoringly for the spotted girl. It is so nice to see the two foals interacting with someone their own age, one can only hope they will become friends too. “And what is your name little one?” She asks the filly, returning the girls greeting better late than never.