Asphara had to run. She had to keep herself from being locked away like a princess in a tower. She was not a princess nor was there a tower anywhere near where she had been. The mare could not be locked away like that… her mind could not handle being away from the land that moved below her hooves and sprawled over the land like a warm blanket. Her home was freedom and so far, she was trying to find a place that would offer enough of it to keep her content and not having to run anymore while also keeping her warm.

Flicking an ear towards Tyr once his words pulled her out of her mental trouble, Asphara blinked faintly at his words. Tyr made this place sound even better to her weary heart and she couldn't help looking up at him when he spoke of Oswin. With this being her first foal, Asphara was thankful she was brought up. “This is my first foal. I will take any help I can get.” Asphara would not lie and say she was experienced. She just turned three years old and now she had a foal tucked in her womb like a parasite. She liked children… when she could play with them and send them back to their own mothers of course.

“I am not sure what trouble you should expect. Romaro is the stallion I am running from and I believe he lives on the shore? I don’t know much about these lands but I know I need away from where I was and in a new land that offers more peace than what he had offered.” Romaro was not a herd stallion, not the leader any way. He was a subordinate, that much she knew from his personality. A herd stallion was not as lax and lovey dovey as he had come off.