Brunhild was happy to take some of the little filly’s attention as her adoptive parents had a moment together. She asks if she was her auntie to which Brunhild nods in head. She smiles because she can see the spirit in the little one’s eyes. She seems like the type of filly that was wild with bounds of energy. Defiantly not a foal she could watch for hours, but for a little bit they could have some fun. Lakota then asks if she was Ironclad’s big or little sister. She wished she would say the latter, but that was not the case. ”I am his little sister,” she replies as the filly’s gaze was already wondering over to her mother’s belly. Being the last-born child of her own parents, Brunhild never got to know the feeling of being an older sister. She would probably have hated it.

Lakota comments that she is going to be a big sister. ”I know.” As soon as she speaks it was time to move. Ironclad directs the group to the sea, but she stays back to bring up the rear. She was fine with it because she wasn’t exactly close to any of them, not yet anyway. She gasps when Lakota suddenly dashed away from her parent’s sides towards her. What could she want from her? Brunhild stares with confusion at the child as she blurts out her questions. She immediately begins laughing at the child’s mind. ”I can try, but I have never been a big sister before or even a good sister at that.” She glances at Ironclad who grins. How could she say no?

She smiles at the at the triumphant announcement that they were home as the group ushers out of the sea. She had not noticed any difference in the chestnut’s demeanor until they were safely upon the shore. The chestnut Friesian begins to amble away with a gait that reveals her discomfort. Brunhild was curious to how she would deal with the birth, and how it worked, but she knew she would experience it all soon enough. All of them would experience what she had in store for them. Ironclad shoots her a worried glance and with a nod of her head, he races off after Kvothe. No words were needed for her to understand what she must do now; watch her new admirer. ”How about we take a walk this way and make sure that Bjorn didn’t ruin any of our home?” She guides the filly the opposite direction towards the meadow.