Someone is coming, she can hear the footfalls even if they are strangely light. But she doesn’t lift her head from the water, instead watching the green (she would be shocked, maybe, if her own daughter wasn’t purple) filly approach from behind. Finally Kellyn does turn when there is a greeting – no, two greetings. Carefully she turns around, giving the filly a once-over and frowning, wondering where the second voice came from. Perhaps she spoke twice? In two different voices. It wouldn’t be the strangest thing Kellyn has ever seen.
The green-and-white girl is younger than her daughters, and Kellyn muses that at this point they are probably both adults. Young adults, but adults nonetheless; but surely Brennen is taking good care of both of them. Carwyn took to her grandfather like a duck to water, and Cassady would have gotten used to the more austere stallion after a while. Neither of them, she is sure, missed her much. “Hello.” she responds, blinking. “I’m Kellyn.” That’s all she has, really, because she has never quite known how to interact with children – not even her own. What is she supposed to do with a stranger’s?
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