The infamous Skylar? She wasn’t quite sure what to think about that but allowed the smile to remain upon her lips and didn’t allow her questioning to show in her eyes. Just what had been said during her absence? Regardless, it did not matter and Skylar left it alone. Instead she focused upon the midnight colored woman and was glad that she was friendly. After meeting with the lead mare and the tension between them, Azazel seemed like a breath of fresh air.


“Yes, the Forest is lovely during winter.” Skylar replied, taking a look around before her gaze settled upon the mare again. So much of it remaindered her of home that it caused an ache to fill her chest but she smothered it away; she couldn’t allow this mare to realize how badly she missed home.


“So how long have you lived her?” She asked, not wanting an awkward silence to fall between them. Skylar was happy for the company and Azazel didn’t seem to mind it either. She held that motherly glow that most mares got which caused a spark of envy to flare in Skylar. It was not because Azazel was going to have a foal; it was because Skylar was not. It was the first time not to be carrying another life in many seasons but Skylar knew everything happened for a reason and after the twins she wasn’t sure she would ever have another foal again.