Liat had grown slowly. While Volpe had rested at the edges of the meadow, with the trees hiding her pale body in the shadows, her golden child had frolicked amongst the tall grasses that were gently swathed with late-season flowers and full with an abundance of insects. Often when the small child bounced into one bush, a small cloud of moths would be disturbed and take to the skies, leaving the filly laughing and spinning on the ground beneath them. The perlino dun had been happy to let her daughter play, often keeping a wary and watchful eye over her golden skin and smiling softly whenever Liat filled her world with laughter.

Today, as the sun was slowly setting, the lonely mother had started herding her daughter towards the water with gentle nudges and words of authority. “Come, Liat, I have something to show you.” The child had been eager to see what her mother had to show her, unaware that this would perhaps be a long and tiresome journey. Volpe had been sure that her offspring was strong and capable enough to now brave the seas and find the shore of the land that housed her father. She had wanted the youngling to know that she had family outside of her dear mother, and that if something were to happen to the pale-skinned woman, the girl would not be alone. All she had to do was find this place and she would be amongst love once.

So Volpe had hoped- that Liat would be accepted and loved despite the strange history of her conception and the lack of a relationship that had occured between her parents.

The night had begun to turn to day as they had found the cool coastline of the inlet. Volpe dragged herself from the water first, letting the cold of the sea drip from her bones as her daughter follows behind her. Turning to the infant, Volpe stoops her head and traces her lips over the girl's face. Nibbling affectionately at the girl's mane and rubbing her nose against her neck, the mother comforts her child, aware that the filly was exhausted from the trek and needed rest soon. “Not much farther now, my love.” She coaxes her child from the shore now, offering her head and gentle guiding the filly towards the trees where they would find cover for the rest of the day.

By the time mother and daughter had found their way to a small shelter, where a thicket offered prime coverage for the small filly and a perch just outside a little opening for Mother to stand guard, it was early morning. The sun had begun to slowly rise over the distant horizon, offering the still-awake mare a glorious view of the oncoming day. She imagined that they would soon be discovered, and so she stood vigilant at the edge of the small thicket that housed her sleeping infant, waiting and watching for someone to find them.