A'idah trains her attention on the black teke mare as she informs her of the grasses. She drops her gaze as worry begins to eat away at her. How could she of been so foolish? She lifts her honey gaze. "I hadn't realized. I have never honestly encountered such a thing." She says simply. How could she of known? The grass tasted the same except for the hint of bitterness. She sighs heavily, and looks up at the mare.

How far along are you?

"10 months... It is Orhan's."She says simply with a hint of pride on the edge of her words. She knows that soon her foal will be born, but she fears the consequences of eating the grass. She swallows the lump in her throat and takes notice of the note of concern in Valve's voice.

She shifts her weight uncomfortably, almost in anticipation of what is to come. She did not know what the future could hold for both her and her unborn child. A soft breeze ruffles her blonde tresses, and runs its chilly fingers along her spine. She drops her dished face and shivers against the cold.