Jörmungandr stands in her usual spot overlooking the herd, watching them all like a hawk as if that would somehow keep them in the forest. That if she kept a close enough watch, they could not be traded away as if the meant nothing. They meant the world to her, each and every one of them .. They are her herd. They are her family.

Lyden’s trade of Fantazer, Zhenya and a mare she hadn’t even met for the silly perlino she’d found cut up on the beach had thrown her. She isn’t quite sure which way is up and who’s safe and who might be traded away for no good reason next. While she knew Lyden had his reasons that made sense to him, she still could not fathom what they were. Zhenya was an interesting mare that she had barely had a chance to get to know and Fantazer had been making as big an effort as Jörmungandr herself to get to know everyone. She wonders if this is Lyden’s form of punishment for the mare being AWOL for so long. From her watch post, her eyes flitted over Caesisus’ form and she snorts - she doesn’t understand it. What was so special about this one mare who couldn’t even swim without injuring herself that she would be worth three. Why had their family been ripped apart for her?

Her snort had awoken her pale son who now picks himself up off the ground and blinks the wold sleepily into existence. That was a blessing. Nervous energy ran through every fibre of the buckskin mare’s body and not that her son was awake, perhaps a walk would do something to ease it. In two minds, she tears her gaze away from the herd and nudges Joukahainen into action. Perhaps they could try visiting the beach again, that way if any of her family were herded towards the shore – she would see them.

As the pair make their way down the well-trodden path that leads to the shore, movement and unfamiliar scents catch in her nostrils. Her ears flick back instinctively but she does not charge the pair as one scent clearly belongs to a young filly. Her mind whirls with thoughts of who might be intruding in her forest and she remembers the last mare Lyden had told her to expect; Quicksilver. It was assumed that she was pregnant so perhaps this is her finally showing up. First Fantazer had returned, then Skylar, now Quicksliver. If it is her, Jörmungandr hopes that their returns do not follow a pattern as both Fantazer and Skylar were now gone.

Picking up a brisk trot she soon finds the pair and nickers a greeting. ”Are you Quicksilver?” she asks with a slight Nordic accent. ”If not, who are you and what is your business in the forest?” She waits patiently for an answer while Joukahainen peered from behind her rump at the small horse about the same size as himself. He takes a few steps forwards, reaching his muzzle out to hers with curiosity.