It was clear the two mares were friends, but a lot has happened since her short time on the islands. Maeve found herself unsure even with the concern the mares showed for her. The grey beast that raped her had shown some concern too before he attacked and took advantage of her. Maeve may not know the native tongue of these locals, but body language she could read. The mares share a look that tells Maeve they were just as confused as she was. She watches the black mare as she asks her something, but she doesn't understand what she was saying. The Bay roan then takes a different aproach and points her nose towards her injured leg.

The bay says something strange, but the shire nods her head. Whatever she said she must be talking about her injury. The bay then points her nose to the trees behind them and says some more foregn words. "Forest." She repeats in her scottish tounge. The mares share another glance, but then the bay looks at her again and says a single word. "Safe?" Maeve repeats the word though she doesn't know what it means. "Thug e ionnsaigh. Chaidh ionnsaigh a thoirt orm." She says in an attempt to tell these two ladies what had happened to her. They probobly wouldn't understand, but she raises her injured leg to show them.

Her brow furrows as she thinks of how she could make them understand. Her lips reach over to nip at her sides. "Biodadh" She says, lifting her tail. Her chestnut ears lay back as she turns her hind end towards them. She snorts and one of her good hoofs stomp. She quickly turns back around and eyes the mares. Would they understand?




Translation(s):
Thug e ionnsaigh. Chaidh ionnsaigh a thoirt orm.: He attacked. I was attacked.

Briodadh: Breeding.

*Note: Using google translate so most likely I am butchering this language.