Falls

Part of Daire supposed that she knew the stallion would open up his home to her and her children. It was basically a given anywhere she would have traveled. Stallions wanted to increase their herds. That part of her was relieved that Zevulun lived up that. He did seem genuine though in wanting to help her and her children settle somewhere safe. So, rather than see him as a typical stallion, Zevulun was cast in a more gracious light, especially when he elaborated more: "You wouldn't have to stay if, when your children were old enough, you found there was somewhere else you wanted to be."

Daire's head cocked at that point curiously. The brindled mare had rarely ever heard of a stallion who would provide sanctuary and let you leave at your own discretion. Had she liked the thought of trading "freedom" for a safe home for her children? No, of course not, but they came first. She would have gladly made that trade as any mother might, she supposed. The black female nodded to herself, nuzzling Lir once he tucked back into her again. "i'm native to these lands. I can help you learn about where you've come so you can decide if this is where you want to stay."

A grateful, exhausted smile lifted her lips gently. That was exactly what she was looking for. "I can't tell you how grateful I am to you for opening your home to us, Zevulun," Daire said softly. "I cannot say I'll intend to bring problems to your doorstep, but.. it seems trouble has its own way of finding me." Dark ears splayed sideways, suddenly unsure. A so-called spitfire or trouble-rouser in her youth (which could even as little as a few years ago), Daire had a proclivity to attracting drama, needling at other mares, and in general having trouble pop up around her. Now though? She was tired. She was alone and abandoned for the most part. She didn't feel as if she had been a good mother before, but she wanted to do better.

Would that count for something in the end?