A cheshire smile plays upon her ashen lips as Cain chuckles, reminding her with a familiar bantering quip to his tone that it was her words spoken not so very long ago. Dark eyes gleam with mischievousness as she moves towards him. Her proud neck arches, ashen muzzle pressing neatly against the concave of her chest cavity as she slows her dancing pace to a halt before his towering frame. Deep in her heart she is a proud creature, a pride that shines in the lofty tilt of her head and the dancing prance of her slender legs as she moved with grace and ease over the sandy desert floor. Yes she had made that promise, made that oath when she doubted that her loyalty and devotion might never belong to any other but herself. As the seasons had turned, so with it had turned her vigorous denial of him, no longer did she shrink from his touch or scoff at the thought of lust and pleasure that came adjoined with the conception of foals. "Careful dear Cain, you might find reminding me of such promises will not work out in your best interests." she taunts, stretching her neck forward to nip lightly at his whiskered lips in reprimand. Thick black and white tail snaps audibly in the still air as a single brow arches, "Words like that might leave you with sore balls indeed." she purrs glancing down at Twinge as the small filly mimics her father's pawing hoof. Dark eyes soften with adoration as she curls her frame around Cain. She was not willing to admit it aloud, but hearing his approval of both the filly and the name she had meticulously chosen was a weight lifted off her heart that not even she had known she carried. His opinion mattered even if she did not let him in on it.

~There was something familiar about him, a warmth of his scent that told her that she could trust him. Dark eyes blink innocently up at him, her proud head tilting to grasp a better view of his masculine features. Small ears rotate back and forth atop her small head as she too extends her muzzle towards him, nostrils fluttering excitedly. His whiskers tickled her lips, making her snort softly a giggle rumbling in her chest. She liked him. Tiny white tail wags back and forth as small legs dance beneath her. A single ear tilts towards Harlequin but she cannot pull her gaze from him. Inquisitively she lips at the course whiskers of his muzzle. "Da? Tickle."she giggles rubbing herself against his foreleg.~

Harlequin keeps herself silent for the moment, allowing father and daughter the opportunity to bond. She had revelled in the time alone she spent with Twinge, admiring the small foals beautiful marks and inquisitive dark eyes. Harlequin had watched Cain with the other foals that he had fathered seasons before. With each of them he was tender and caring listening intently to their rattling stories with ferverence. He did not ever treat one with more care than the others even when she would not have blamed him for it. Poor Carbon had lost his mother and spent many a night near death. Still, even with the foal's pitiful health he made time for them all. Of course even she had been relieved when the other mare took the colt under her wing and he once more began to put on weight and muscle as the mare's warm milk nursed him back from the brink of death's door. A small cupped ear swivels backwards in surprise as his soft voice reassures her that she has not disappointed him. Out of habit she scoffed, snorting away the nervous chuckle that threatens to overwhelm her. The warmth that tingled within her breast was not something she had felt for a long time, not since father disappeared and mother died. Dark eyes glazed as affectionately she rubbed her crown against his ruffled shoulder, "You have quite the silver tongue." she teased, lifting her head with a coy smile.