Grier pricks her neat ears towards the grullo as he speaks again, and she nods in response to his assurance that they would be here soon. I hope so. Dun think t'e man wants me, really.

Her multi-colored eyes study the stallion for a long moment. She'd long wanted a foal of her own, now that she could. The loss of her son still weighed heavily on her mind, but Grier had forced herself to stop taking responsibility for mother nature's cruelty long ago. Seems fond of the wee ones though. Mightn't be too bad as a da.

Liland continues on, talking about Ylva and Grier finds herself surprised. A wee lass as lead? Her pale lips purse in unease. Grier had always been one of the easy going members in a herd, not wanting to cause ripples or problems, but the knowledge that the first adjectives Liland had used to describe her was that she was young and sweet did not leave her with much confidence. Aye lad, she thinks wryly, I'm sure yer sweet on t'e lass, but that has nowt to do with her ability.

Still, she keeps her thoughts to herself and instead snaps her head toward the excited call further inland. A pretty little mare, clad in spots greets them and immediately begins to approach. Grier feels herself relax a bit at the prospect of more company, and a genuine grin appears on her lips. She inclines her head in greeting before flicking the length of her thick tail, trailing remnants of ocean water down her hocks.

"A pleasure tae meet ye as well lass. The name's Grier." She offers her muzzle in a standard greeting, stepping one little red clad leg forward to do so. As she draws back from the proffered exchange of breaths, she looks between the pair of them. She seems 'appy enough. Mebbe he's just not warmed up tae me.

"'Ow long have ye been here?" She settles back into her position, tipping her white foot on its edge to resume resting, her heartrate not fully settled from the exertion of swimming here.