To be entirely honest, Grier hadn't paid the painted mare one whit of attention during the birthing process. And even after the pain had faded enough that she'd looked beyond the immediate vicinity, she'd acknowledged the co-drappa with little more than a bob of her small head before administering to her tiny daughter. Hope I didn't worry the lass. The litle wean took her sweet time arrivin' this morn. In truth, she'd had little to do with Monster even after the eventful day of the children's birth, although this had far more to do with Grier's reclusiveness than any intentional snub.

As the pony mare shifts her attention, it is to Monster that she goes. Grier would love to hoard away the tiny filly and keep her to herself, but that wouldn't be fair to baby Isla. The girl would need to meet others eventually if she were to ever learn how to navigate the world, and in truth, there were few better places to start than with a child around her own age. I wonder where she's hidin the little lad.

Grier made slow progress to allow for the shaky steps of her newborn, but eventually, the pair of them made their way to Monster. The pony mare bobbed her head in an echo of Monster's earlier movement before she spoke softly. "Thank ye, lass."

Isla pressed into her mother's side for comfort but stared out with intense curiosity. This mare was spotted like her own mother, but shaped differently. The filly's pale muzzle poked toward Monster with an instinctual clacking of her mouth. Grier ran her lips reassuringly down the filly's neck before turning back to the co-drappa.

"Sweetheart, this is Monster, the co-drappa." She gestured to the painted mare, knowing that she would likely have to repeat this later when the filly was not so fresh to the world. In a way, the introduction was more for Monster's sake than Isla's, a way to show her respect without resorting to dropping to the sand and kissing the mare's hooves. "And this is my darling Isla."

The filly cast her glance upward as he name was spoken, a small, shy smile of delight forming on her lips. Emboldened by the blinding love in her mother's tone, the girl stepped forward to sniff at the mare.

"Where's the little man?" Grier offered conversationally, cocking a hip so that her leg could tilt. A part of her instinctually argued to be more possessive, but she imagined that if Monster was going to take her out, it would likely have been far before this.