They may of had the foals back but Elvira is still at a loss with how to accept her own roll in their capture. If she had not gone to throw a fight with her mother they could of all chased those lagoonies away. Her father (despite not being close or loving him) would still be alive. But no she was so hurt by her mother just vanishing. She was still hurt especially because her mother expected her to go to her but not make any effort herself. How fair was that? SHe snorts as she walks along the beach that she tended to stay on away from the others.
Her ears twitch at the high pitched excitable words of a filly. Too young to be Elerona that was for sure. She turns her dial to the side to take note of the young filly and Siobhan. Lucky her to have her little one on the ground. Elvira didn't know how much longer she could deal with being pregnant.
Slowly the two made their way over to her and she turns to face them. I am alright and you?She asks quietly and then looks to the filly extending her muzzle to the pair.Hello RoisinShe says.
Her ears flick at the question and she does gaze up at the sky for a moment before looking back down to the filly.No No I can not touch the sky it is much higher then myselfShe said calmly.
Elvira
8 . Mare. Clydesdale Mutt . 17 Hands . Belongs to Bjorn . Mother to Elerona & Jokull |