Irvosat was not the mothering sort. While she had been gifted the equipment required to make children and to keep them alive through the means of suckling and feeding upon her own body, she had never had any sort of interest in being a mother. Her own mother, haggard and tired looking by the time she had brought Irvosat into the world, was no example to live by, and thanks to the wretched old woman, the painted girl seemed to have decided that it was better to not procreate.

This girl in front of her, though, is a completely different story. The child neither belongs to Irvosat, and is neither a concern to the safety of her herd, therefore it was out of the goodness of her heart and the want to know everyone that lived upon the great, powerful mountain that she approached the girl. She is not entirely certain what to do with a girl that appears to be waiting intently for her mother, and who seems to be content to sit at the edge of the group in the peak and be patient, and for a moment Irvosat considers leaving her to do whatever she pleased, but when the girl spoke up, the mare's ears flick forwards and she listens.

Yet, she had to wonder... “Is that your name, Little Bird?” What did she know of the name of a strange child, perhaps the girl's mother had not been entirely creative with names, perhaps the girl was a mistake and had been named after the first thing that her mother had seen. Either way, it looked as though the child's mother would not be returning any time soon. “I don't know when she'll be back... does she live here?”