She could assume that any mare of Cain's would be mean and tough to deal with. Primrose thinks this as she stares back at the two sets of eyes looking at her. Cain was the first to speak, asking is she wanted to join them. She honestly didn't know the answer, but her legs began to move forward. The mare nickers to her following Cain's words. She says she doesn't bite and then says her name. A shiver ran down her spine at the very mention of biting, but the pregnant mare knew there was no turning back now. Her only hope was that Geneva wasn't a lier.

"H-hello." She says timidly to the mare. "My name is Primrose." She couldn't get the last of her introduction out because of her nerves. Normally she would have followed with her sire's name like she had when she told Cain her name, but it barely mattered here. Geneva wouldn't care. Her green gaze admires the statue of both horses in front of her. Cain was taller than the bay mare, but she was bigger built. Primrose noticed the round barrel and the mare and assumed she was pregnant.

She couldn't even imagine what kind of giant foal would be created from these two. Her belly suddenly felt so small in comparison.