Her ears perk with the sound of the child’s voice. It was so young and sweet, but also hinting with sadness. She could only guess why he was here. This colt did not act like the other ones around the Lagoon who screamed and kicked. The Lagoon colts were wild, but this colt seemed very different. Maeve knew he was here for another purpose. The young vanner extended his nose out to meet hers and she obliged with her own. They exchanged scents, but there was nothing in the boy she recognized. A soft sigh left her lips. Why? Would she feel better if this young boy came from the Forest as well? No, that would just mean more heartbreak for her Queen.

The young lad does not let much time pass them in silence. He is quick to find the English words to explain his circumstance. Riddler, his name. Goose of the Bay, his father? She wasn’t sure what a Bay was though…and then Cullen. She knew Cullen from the whispers around that he was the leader here. He was Tyr’s boss. Maeve didn’t understand everything the colt said, but she hoped maybe her daughter could learn more of the English language to help her understand. It would be easier for Grizel to learn English than it would be for herself already knowing her own horse’s words. Maeve feels her very young daughter push deeper into her side so she noses the top of her head with a warm smile. They exchange looks as the mare nods her head.

Maeve then turns her attention back to the colt as his voice rose again. The chestnut just smiles at him as he speaks something about training. She has heard the word spoken a few times around the Lagoon, but she wasn’t sure what it meant for a young boy. She did understand when Riddler asked for their names. Being a female in a mal driven land, Maeve was quick to reply. ”Maeve.” She smiles before gently bumping her body into her seal brown daughter who squeals. Maeve looks to her child and whispers. ”Tha e ceart gu leòr. Safe.” The filly slowly nods her head and steps out into the open, closer to the colt. ”Grizel,” Maeve says as she touches her draft child on her small back. The filly takes in a deep rattling breath that wheezes as it is released. Maeve quickly steps forward and ushers her child back at her side as if she needed protecting.



Translation(s):
Tha e ceart gu leòr. – It’s okay.
*Note: Using google translate so most likely I am butchering this language.