The filly's tiny pale muzle traces along her dam's figure with probing insistence until it finds the target of her overwhelming instinct and she latches on greedily. Her birth had not been easy on her red mother, but the girl remained blissfully unaware of this fact. All that she knew in the world was her mother felt like protection and safety in a world that seemed very big and very wide.

Siobhan did not attempt to stem the tears that slipped down her cheeks. The poignant reminder of Laoise reawakened all the hurt she had buried deep in her sould, even as Roisin's perfection was beginning to heal it. The red mares lips rested on the swell of the foal's rump as she nursed, her ears flicking alertly too and fro. In retrospect, the jungle was perhaps the last place she should have foaled considering the big cats that prowled here. However, she couldn't bear the thought of foaling in her customary place at the edge of the Ridge. Had something gone wrong, Siobhan couldn't bear to leave heartbreak at the doors of the Ridge.

Movement crashes through the forest and while it makes less noise than she herself would have, it is obvious that it is no jungle cat. Instead, the pale face of her lord peeked in, his face grim with fear. A tired smile spread across her own lips as relief washed over his face and she stretched her pale muzzle toward the stallion she loved. "Do not worry, love. She is perfect, and I will be fine."

The girl, distracted by the mouth noises of her mother, clumsily reorients herself toward the nose, with the guiding help of Siobhan's muzzle. She is surrpised to find another figure there and her multicolored eyes widen in surprise. There is a moment of apprehension in the child that is quickly quelled by her dam's confidence with this stranger and the filly mimics her, extending her tiny bewhiskered muzzle toward her father.

"Meet your daughter" Siobhan's warm tones suffused the small place in which they gathered. She pulled back from Bjorn to run her lips tenderly down the crest of the girl's neck and the small fluff that lingered there. "I have named her Róisín. I... I hope you don't mind."

At her mother's caress, the filly shook here head to escape the touch with a small giggle burbbling from her lips. The momentum unseated her fragile balance and she stumbled forward a few steps to crash into her father's chest. A last minute grab of her tail stopped the foal from upending entirely, but did nothing to stop Róisín's bleat of displeasure. "Ma!"