Freya's heart leapt into her throat when Zevulun's figure appeared to her on the horizon, a younger mare (sister? daughter?) in tow. An amiable chuckle bubbled its way from Freya's throat at his words, her blue eyes shining with mirth as she stepped closer towards the pair. "Well, it seems like I just can't stay away from this place for long." There was something about Tinuvel that would always draw her back; she had come to accept that. There was never going to be a force strong enough to keep her away from this Island - it was in her blood, as well as her children's blood, and someday, she was sure her grandchildren would walk this island.

Her attention turned to the mare at Zevulun's side, immediately noting the milkiness of her eyes. A part of Freya's heart ached for the young mare, pitying the fact that she would never see a sunrise or be able to look upon the faces of her family. Still, there were worse things that could happen - being blind was not necessarily a curse. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Maziael." The older woman murmured, stepping closer towards the pair.

Baldr bounced forward from Freya's side, beaming up towards Zevulun. "Hi again." He greeted eagerly, his tail swishing excitedly against his freckled hindquarters. Turning his attention to Maziael, he tilted his head, as if deeply considering the woman before him. Finally, he smiled up at her as well, blissfully unaware of what it meant to be blind. "Your eyes are pretty. Why do they look like that?"

Above him, Freya sighed gently, bumping her nose against her Baldr's shoulder. "Forgive my son's forwardness." The sooty colt had never been one to hold his tongue, often to his mother's embarrassment. Clearing her throat, Freya turned her cerulean eyes towards Zevulun. "I hope you don't mind us dropping by. Since Persephone left, the Forest has been quiet, and... I missed being here."