She was surprised that fate would have marked her for a second chance beyond the birth of her last son by her first love. She was not at all aware that he took her for anything more than a nurse for his son, that he might find her beautiful for her own sake and not just what she offered to do. It was not as though, after all, she had taken the time to read the sentiments in his face - if his face had displayed them at all.
Vulcan did need a little of the patience Cain showed, much of his energy burned by the sea despite his eagerness to dive on into the waves. She clucked at him, made him keep a hardier pace for the sake of the urgency the stallion beside her had shown in his eagerness to escort them home. He had been beyond gracious in his pace, of course, but still there were enough hints in their conversations and in his response that said speed was most welcome if it could be borne. When tumbleweeds made their merry bouncing way, their pace turned much quicker and far more to the benefit of whatever state her new son would otherwise be found in.
"Vulcan. Bed down as soon as we arrive, you. I will not have you running off into snakes and other such creatures while I meet your brother - and you will certainly not be pestering the child until I say." Vulcan turned a curious eye to his mother, but there was no defiance, none of the warning that she had given Cain of his puckishness and over-exertion of energy.
That is when a young stallion came upon them at-speed, stopping with a grace that impressed her considering the state of the earth beneath their hooves. Not to mention the temperature of the environment. She had a feeling she would be needing to grow more accustomed to heat rather than chill in quick order. The exchange between what was apparently father and son makes her eyes darken in clear concern, disliking the notion that the colt might have to be brought to them instead of herself brought to the boy. She bows her head in return, of course, and smiles gently at the pride in his father for the introduction performed so succinctly and so eloquently.
When he began to pace, however, she determined herself to take off in the direction his son had ventured with a nip to a fussing Vulcan’s tufted tail and then a tug to her new stallions mane. "Surely it is sensible to meet them halfway. If he is unwell as your statement regarding my understanding would suggest, then shouldn’t he rest while we meet with him where he is?" She only breaks the shore to sand of the desert when they appear, however, within eyeshot. She gasps, but there is no look to Cain - not reassuring nor blaming. Simply shock and despairing worry. "We can meet them. Please."
He is barely able to finish the plea before she is paced into an earth-eating trotter gait, Vulcan matching only at half the grace of his mother. When they grew near, Cain calls with such affection as to leave Berit heartwrent. She stops shy of the boy, allowing true family to reconnect. Her purpose would come soon enough. It was all just as well that Vulcan was so distracted with play since his first month, that he often left her achingly full for longer than she thought wise. It meant an ample first meal between herself and the son of her heart, if not her body. Already, seeing him like this, seeing the comparison of Vulcan to him, he was that indeed. No different than Pharaohs Daughter and Moses drawn from the Nile. He was her son the moment she laid eyes on him.
"Vulcan," her voice was firm, the sort of voice a mother uses when there is no time to be silly or fool about with teasing… only listen and obey. "Help your brother, if he cannot stay up." The lad nods, looking like a soldier, dutiful and determined to prove her proud - taking a note that the brightly colored boy had earned quite a look from the stallion that had brought them across the big water.
Berit steps her lightly, but fully, feathered legs in a gentle arch till she was smoothed alongside Cain between him and his son, tucking her neck back across herself to guide Carbon using her nose and his new brother’s support. "There now. It was a long wait, but that will be alright. Mind you don’t shove, child, it’ll come either way - but I will appreciate the gentleness more." She is soft toned, cooing, relishing the warmth of so many around her like she never realized she could again.