Blue eyes watch the grulla mare cautiously. The mare herself seems completely unperturbed by her demanding tones, in fact, they glide over her like water off a duck’s back. Jörmungandr is unsure how to respond to that but relaxes at the mention of Lyden’s name. Silently, she wonders where the mare has been all of this time. Perhaps the girl is shy, yet, she does not seem so. Perhaps she was merely exploring, so lost in it that she neglected the herd as a result. Even Jörmungandr had been somewhat guilty of that when she first arrived. She had been distracted, too keen to explore every nook and cranny of the forest that Olaf had told her; to see what had changed and what remained the same. Yes, maybe that was it. Maybe this mare had just been exploring.

Jörmungandr nods, repeating the girl’s name as if to get a feel for the sound, "Fantazer". She might have continued on to ask another question but the painted mare beat her to the punch. The buckskin noted the complete lack of concern in the girl’s manners and is reminded of her brother Magnus. She can’t help but find it a little endearing. ” I am Jörmungandr but everyone calls me Gandy” she informs the mare, "I am also one of Lyden's mares which makes us herd mates. I have not seen you around the herd." . The statement is curious, with a tinge of accusation as if to ask why she has not been seen.

Jörmangandr liked everyone to remain close, though they were of course free to slip away for their private moments to explore or think or do whatever it was pleased them. She would not hold a grudge to any of the wayward mares though, she had more important things to worry about.