The world was big. Kerr knew this now, of course. However, it had been a little shocking at first to see the whole of the sky spread out above him when the sun came up, but he had adjusted quickly. And the more memories he made with his eyes open, the more his recollection of that warm, wet comfort of pre-birth faded. Avidly curious and bold despite his relatively few hours in the world, Kerr had taken to poking his pale-pink muzzle toward every creature that hopped, skipped, fluttered or crawled into his vicinity.

The small horse that approached him was no exception, and he soldiered forward with his dark-rimmed ears pricked curiously forward to try and bump his muzzle against hers, clacking all the while. She smelled of home, but everyone here did, and it barely registered to him. He hadn't yet fully adjusted to taking in all of the sensory details at once, so he was mostly struck by her face because she wasn't ma or nana. The words and their meaning trickled in a moment later as he pulled away, and he squinted as he tried to pull and piece together the words he needed.

"M'name is Kerr," he said proudly, only for doubt to strike a moment later. Was it Kerr or mo luran that was his name? Or was it darling? He knew there was one of those that was different and that he was supposed to introduce himself with, but he hadn't done a lot of introducing himself yet. He snorted softly and shook his head, shaking out the doubts and resolving to just let it be.

"Who're you?" He echoed, not yet fully grasping that she'd already given him her name. A grin had curled along his pale lips and he beamed up at the filly delightedly, eager for a new playmate and wholly unware that he was staring up at his big sister.

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Isla's gaze tracked Kerr as he wandered away from him, warring with herself over how much leash a child should be allowed. Frequently she found her gaze going to her own mother, gauging the "rightness" of her decisions based on how agitated Grier was with the choices Isla had made. Usually, she figured her comfort zone was about two notches past where her mother's was, but sometimes it was reversed.

Like now.

It turns out that letting him away from her side by more than a few feet was a terrifying experience and she couldn't take her eyes off of him. The arrival of the young filly (whose build and carriage reminded her of someone in a way she could not explain) did not worry her, but she found herself on the edge of meandering closer so she could support him if he needed it. The arrival of the freckled mare forestalled that inclination, and she shifted slightly so she could both greet the newcomer and keep her gaze mostly on the interacting children.

"We dinna mind a'tall," Grier offered warmly after hastily chewing her mouthful of grass. Gesturing toward herself first and then toward the red dun at her side, Grier hastily introduced them. "I'm Grier, an' this is my daughter Isla."

Neither of the roan mares had spent much time getting to know the other residents of the Prairie, although their reasons varied. Grier was secretly terrified to make more lasting friendships here if only because she knew that the inevitable separation would be that much harder. She'd had a good few years without her life being torn apart by the whims of a stallion, but she still expected it to happen again any day. She did, however, know who Lilija was, and thanks to the quiet conversation she'd shared with Zevulun, even knew a little of her backstory.

Isla, however, had largely been preoccupied with her pregnancy and subsequent delivery and had not been half as social as she normally was. Adjusting to a role that she had always told herself would come much later down the line had been a process, and while she didn't regret any of it, she was not yet fully comfortable calling herself a mother. Meeting the other residents while overwhelmed by nausea and swelling and cramps and the utterly alien nature of pregnancy had seemed well out of her capability at the time.

"I ken the feeling," Isla offered, offering her muzzle to the pretty mare for an exchange of breaths. She hadn't seen many mares freckled with such a soft, sweet pattern before and she forced her gaze away from the mare's svelte body back to her face. Her smile faltered as her gaze flicked back to Kerr and Iona, but it reformed as she turned back. "He's my first, an' it feels like a piece o' my heart is o'er there."

Grier's smile was warm as she watched her daughter's face. She would be lying if it didn't make her feel just a little bit justified to see her so anxious about her child considering all the grief Isla had given her as a precocious toddler. Turning her gaze back to the mare that had joined them, Grier inclined her head softly before speaking again. "Lilija, isn'it? I've seen ye around fer a while. How's yer eldest?"