Perhaps its was the foal in her, the stirring of life yet to be born or maybe even the rise of emotions that came with the change in her hormone level. Whatever the reason was, Talien slowly began to feel the urge... the need for companionship. Pride had kept her silent for quite awhile, anger and fury at not being given a choice and yet would she really have denied her own self the urge? The question tugged at her mind. She had felt the desire of procreation, the burning need satisfied by none but the strength of a stallion upon her back. Liland had jumped the gun yes, but she felt a sense of fulfillment and the burning rise snuffed silent.

A snort catches her ears and Talien lifts her head, twin sonars flickering til sights fall upon the pale colored stallion grazing a sort distance away.

For a moment she lets her glacier gaze watch him, traveling over the curves and contours of his muscular form. He seemed... different. A single dial flickers as she blinks past the drifting snowflakes. From the sunken hollow of his eyes to the dejected manner in which he moved at an ambling past, he was the epitome of a stallion defeated. She did her best to play the part of a careless creature but well, she blamed the baby.

With a toss of her head Talien trots towards him, pressing her coat of brandished gold against his side, savoring the warmth of his side and the reassurance she found in the strong muscles hidden there. "You've looked better." she begins, bending her head to rip free another mouthful of snow soggy grass. It was an attempt, no matter how pathetic.