It had been a while since she’d been back to the Crossing, but there was a definite thrill to crossing the waters and knowing that the two boys she left behind would be well guarded and cared for. Cain had become such a poignant part of her life, such a gentle watchman. She had a mind to try and fulfill the waxing emptiness in him just a little herself -- but what a guardian needed was those who relied on him to guard. He needed the strength replenished back into his herd. He was not destitute by any means, but there was something to be said for a flourishing populace that she desired to give him.
If she could not do it one by one in children, she would at least try and find those of ample goodness and those who needed his kindness and protection most.
She knows she is putting herself at risk this time of year, outside of Cain’s jurisdiction and without his knowing (at least yet) of her departure. To have told him would have been to give away her purpose and she did not wish him to think she believed him without charm enough to woo his own women. What she wanted was to see the life breathed further back into him, to see his purpose only bolstered further as it had been with her arrival, according to what she could glean herself in gossip and rumor.
The first creatures she spies are so entangled in their own business that they don’t even notice her passing. One fresh fellow with a wandering nose and a flexible upper lip had tried to snake his way to a touch and was given a sift back kick to dodge for his troubles. The one that ended up getting her, though, was a spirited young mare that looked nigh Friesian in breed, though shaped more as a pony in her opinion. She is almost dancing in her steps and her eyes sparked with the vivaciousness of one young and owing plenty to the gods of Time.
She was not much older than six, of course, but she had always been a too-serious sort of child … an old soul, they’d all said. She smiles at the infectiousness of this girl’s youth and approaches with no delay or hesitation, for the first time in years. "A lovely flicka like you ought to be tucked into the comforts of a home, miss." She says kindly, her every fiber declaring that self-mentioned comfort and safety that she spoke of. "The winter can sometimes come too fast and the nights are already far colder than you need be."