Alika does not wait long before her stallion approaches and she eagerly stretches her muzzle forward to bump lightly against his as she drink’s in his musky scent. As he pulls away so does the mother although she gives him a smile, a proud light in her eyes as she then gazes back to the life she had delivered for Midas alone. “A girl” she answers before looking back to the golden king. “Her name is Mae.” Alika hopes he likes the name with its foreign yet soft sound.


As if she already knew her name, the baby girl raised her head and peered back at her father as Alika spoke her name. Turning on still unsteady legs, she looked up at him nearly as curiously as a cat. Mae was not shy as most foals would be and wanted to know just who this stranger was but Alika was not interested in them making acquaintances just yet. They were not safe here any longer with the smell of birth still freshly upon the air.


Stepping away from the girl, Alika slowly passed Midas and she reached her muzzle out to brush his shoulder as she went. As if confused why her mother would be leaving, the girl just stood there and stared as the retreating form of her mother. Giving a faint squeal in protest it took her a few moments before she wobbled after her mother, each step becoming stronger as she went. Yet as she went to pass Midas, she paused and looked up at him again. His musky scent still drew her attention and she reached out her velvet soft muzzle to bump his shoulder in mimic of her mother before looking up to his face; his eyes, to see what he thought of her before she decided what to think of him.