She did not know this Evren, but she remembers seeing her around the Forest. Maeve did not talk to many horses and preferred to stick to the few she knew, but she was not opposed to making new friends. The chestnut made it a point to meet her later, but first she had a difficult decision to make. Freedom was hers, but not her daughter’s. Maeve stares down at the precious miss matched eyes of her child. The filly did not realize she would have to say goodbye to her momma today and Maeve wasn’t about to tell her. She wanted to sneak her off, but she knew that would only increase Tyr’s wrath. He wouldn’t let her go, but Maeve was afraid worse would happen to her daughter if she left.

Maeve has kept her daughter from the dunalino because of her defect. Grizel was so beautiful, but she could not do a whole lot. She was just finally getting the strength to go for a swim after months of being alive. Most foals could do more than she could so she kept the foal close and protected. She was afraid that even if Tyr did decide to let her live that he wouldn’t keep her safe like she has. He would need to keep her close at all times and doing that would slow him down immensely. How could she leave Grizel? The filly tugs underneath her mother for some milk because even though she was old enough to wean Maeve has allowed her to drink longer for extra strength. She had taught Grizel to eat grass, but the filly prefers her milk over the green stuff. The next few days would be hard on her in more ways than one.

The mare quickly decides to find Tyr. Maybe there was a way she could convince him to let Grizel go. She navigates through the Lagoon until the golden Shire mutt appears. She nickers to him as she approaches, their daughter pressed tightly to her side while staring nervously up at the large stallion. ”Tyr,” she begins in her native tongue. ”I keep Grizel.” Her large hoof stomps. ”You no Nucklavee. Chan eil eagal orm romhad.” Her eyes stare at him sternly. ”I keep Grizel.” Her two toned eyes never leave him as she commands she keep her child with her.



Translation(s):
Nuckelavee: A nasty horse-like demon
Chan eil eagal orm romhad.: I’m not afraid of you.
*Note: Using google translate so most likely I am butchering this language.