Talk Less, Smile More (Birthing); Phaedrus, Twins, Any

[New Romantics]

New Romantics

Her muzzle greets her stallion, in an affectionate embrace, while she keeps a watchful eye upon her two little girls. "Yes. I'm quite alright." her words are dipped in a sweetness, as she bows her head to caress over Rustic in a motherly manner. Continuing to groom the little lady while she nursed. Roma raises her head to smile, lips part to speak yet she hasn't got anything to say, as he compliments her.

Moving onto the other little being, she cleanses the girl as she had done with Rustic making sure all residues of birth are off their petite inky bodies. Soon enough she hears a squeal and, Roma can't help herself but chuckle as she feels a little black body tightly wedged between Clarisse and her. Gingerly nipping the girl, she nudges her forward in a gentle manner. Her attention shifts as Clarisse wanders towards her father in a tone of importance only to seemingly forget what she was doing and prance back to her mother's side. Roma grins nipping at their withers gently. 

Her attention returning to Phaedrus as he questioned her on how they would tell the duo apart. Apart? Roma knew by instinct in a manner who was who. "Well, they seem both quite different in personalities. But that's not necessarily the best way to to tell them apart..." She trails off pondering about it herself. "How about this," She gently plucks a pastel pink flower tucking it neatly behind Clarisse's ear, then plucking a fuchsia flower and placing it behind Rustic's ear.

She knows the flowers are just temporary and won't stay for long considering they have little of a mane to hold them in place. But at least they'll be able to tell the two apart for now. "Does that work?" She grins pushing both girls towards their father in a gentle manner by nipping and nudging both of their hinds.

Talk Less, Smile More. Don't Let Them Know What You're Against Or What You're For.

@[Phaedrus] You may change the flower color if you please