Silver blue eyes cloud with worry as Liland grimaces, gingerly placing his hooves upon the ground as though every bone and muscle in his stout form ached. A single creamy white lobe flickers amid the wind swept tangle of her dark colored mane as the pale desert dancer listens to his words. Zjeena was gone. She had never gotten an oppertunity to meet the mare face to face, but she received nothing but good vibes at the mention of her name from Sabela and though the mute mare could not speak the words aloud, Larka was growing accustomed to trusting her judgement. If Sabela liked her, then no doubt Larka would as well. Arching neck stretches forward to allow ashen lips to once more touch his cheek in what tenderness she dared to offer him, this time, her blue eyes meet his with a sense of warmth and reassurance. "Do not fret. Zjeena can look after herself and the foals. She will be back before you know it." she murmurs, hoping her words of encouragement were just that.. encouraging. She herself had never come across the stallion that he spoke of. She had heard his name in hushed whispers here and there among the island chains, but perhaps lucky for her sake, she had never been forcing to meet him herself. What he did to his mares she did not know, nor was she willing to find out.

As Liland once more turns his attention to Bran, Larka lets her mind drift away from distant thoughts and back to the matter at hand. A some smile ghosts across her ash dusted lips as Liland nudges the boy's flank. Pleasure swelled within her heart as bravely the smokey colored colt took a few wobbling steps towards his father, butting his own tiny forehead against the stallion's muzzle playfully, his tiny tail wagging back and forth excitedly. Liland turns his eyes once more up to her and speaks again. Bran, seeming to sense the sudden hunger in his belly and the milk dripping from her swollen teats, turns away from his father now and on unsteady legs wobbles to her side, his neck stretching beneath her flank until he finds himself nourishment. A contented sigh escapes her as Larka meets Liland's gaze again, her proud head dipping in acknowlegement of his words. She does not know the name of the filly he speaks, but can only imagine that it is Sabela's foal. She knew the mare was heavy with foal to Liland as well but she had not spent much time alone with the mute mare since Shamwari's sudden appearance. Since Zjeena was apparently off with the stallion Rougaru's herd, she can only assume that the foal Liland referred to was Sabela's daughter. "Yes they will meet soon, I planned on bringing him back to join the rest of the herd before dark." she murmurs, arching her neck to allow ashen lips to brush gently against the colt's side. "I am sure they will be great friends." she adds with a warm smile, hoping that against hope her words might prove encouraging to the cream colored stallion...