Ysabel was born and now it was his daughter's turn. Ears shot up at her call and his legs quickly guided him to her. He may not have sny mares to look after (assuming Nova was gone), but now he had young to look out for. His bloodline still grew with Celetria even when he knew she didn't like it. He came upon his palomino daughter who stood near a small form lying on the ground. He watched Celestria as he got closer in case she decided to get protective, but she didn't even bat an eye.

He was dissapointed to see the newborn untouched. "You have to clean the child off. Even I know that much." A stern gaze fell on his daughter. He knew she was not very motherly, but this was ridiculous. He wasn't about to put his tongue on his child's goo let alone another mare birthing his foal. Celestria rolled her eyes, but she did as she was told and licked the filly clean. By now the filly was already breathing, but the extra stimulation helped to get her up and moving.

Warsaw examind his first grandchild and wondered just what Rougaru would say about her. I mean, if he ever return to hold up his end of their bargin. Warsaw was quite bitter about that, but at least he had his first grandchild out of the deal. Maybe he could raise this one better than he had Celestria and she would grow to mate with strong stallions to strengthen their family line. Maybe she would even care for her young...

"Name?" He asks Celestria ss he watches the little bay overo sneak under her mother for a drink. Celestria stomps a back hoof and the filly promptly backs away with a squeal. Warsaw's head shakes in disapproval. "I don't care." She says with a rebellious look towards her father. "Solaris maybe." A name that had suddenly popped into her head. "Solaris," Warsaw mumbles the name as he looks back to the filly. "Solaris it is then." At least she had enough sense to name the foal.

"Now you have to feed and care for it Celestria. I don't have the ability to nurse the filly or I would in your steed." Celestria snorts and makes a face. "I know how to do this father. Warsaw thought about bringing up Quinn, but he held his tongue. No sense to make her storm off where the filly couldn't follow, or worse, get hurt. A troubled sigh left his lips and he just watched the filly attempt to nurse in silence.