A single ear swivels to Azazel as she explains the events of the Forest before she had come to call this her home. Than she mentions the end of the peaceful days, her anxiety begins to swell in her chest. She has had this feeling playing at the edge of her mind as well, the feeling that the peace was short lived. "I agree, I feel the tensions rising on the Lost Islands as a whole. It is an uncomfortable feeling, but I believe I am prepared for what is to come." Whatever event that was, she was not sure, but she was ready to defend her home if need be. Her delicate ears flicker to and fro. Than Azazel begins to pry about foals, a surprised huff escapes her lips. She had not expected their conversation to take such a turn. A bit of warmth rises in her cheeks, the thought had crossed her mind, but she feared she was to young for such a commitment.
"I am still unsure if I am ready to have a foal yet. They are super adorable but I also feel that it is quite the commitment. And Im not sure if I am ready for it. " She had thought of this for some time, but had not yet had the courage to voice it out loud. Perhaps it was the expectation of it all, mares were supposed to birth their stallions heirs. But at this moment in time Cae could barely take care of herself, let alone a foal.