The days since Úna joined their family have been filled with delight for Kohelet. She is tired, more than she remembers being with just Khoshekh, but all the more rewarding for it. She loves watching the little painted girl explore her world with fresh curiosity, and adores exploring the world through fresh eyes again. Rewarding, too, is watching Fell interact with his little family, and seeing her son adjust to being a big brother.

Kohelet still wakes with the dawn, despite often waking in the night to pacify her new daughter's hunger or curiosity, and takes those few minutes of solitude for herself. She has grown more comfortable in her role as a mother with time, and no longer hovers directly over Úna's sleeping figure as she had with Kho's, but she keeps her within sight and often pauses to make sure those tiny ribs still rise and fall with life.

Movement behind her draws her gaze and her brow furrows in confusion at first as she blinks the sleep from her gaze. She could have sworn Úna was still sleeping, and yet there was a black-coated foal meandering its way closer with all the confidence of a much older child. Kohelet's gaze tore away from the newcomer to dart back to her daughter, and upon finding her still blissfully asleep, locks back onto the new foal.

As wakefulness returns, so does realization.

Kohelet had not wanted to interrupt or overstep during Blue's delivery. They had made some strides to repair the bridge between them, but it was not yet secure enough for Kohelet to be certain she was welcome in such an emotionally and instinctually charged scene. So she had lingered nearby instead, an anxious mess of nerves waiting to see if she would be called for assistance. And when the call never came despite Fell's return to the herd, she had eventually allowed herself to give the new mother space with her newborns.

This had to be Blue's child then.

Kohelet's head lifted as she watched the girl investigate a grasshopper, her fuzzy ears tipped together in an unmistakable mark of her sire's identity. She was bold and bright, already far braver than Kohelet would have been at her age, and seemingly unafraid of being alone.

The thought of her continuing to wander like this made Kohelet's throat close up in worry; as a freshly born child, she would be a prime target for the wolves of the woods. The tobiano lifted her muzzle and nickered gently to her as she wandered closer, hoping not to scare the newborn. "Good morning, sweetheart," she murmured, her gaze raking hastily over the girl's body for any injuries. A million anxious questions circled in Kohelet's mind but she doubted that the girl would have either the experience or grasp of the language to answer them. Had something happened to Blue? Was she alright? Had the girl gotten separated from her mother? "Has your momma given you a name yet?"