Asphara did not mind the yearling coming closer. He seemed level headed enough for most horses would have already trampled over this thing if they had a mean bone in their body. He was here, helping even if it wasn’t much to keep her head on her shoulders. Asphara was petrified, that much was easily seen. Yet, as the young horse spoke to her about what he did, her body became less stressed out. Just not being alone with this all was helping her in more ways that she would care to admit. He could be the oldest horse around or the youngest and Asphara would be thankful either which way. WIth him being younger, he gave youthful eyes that her panicked ones could not see through at the current moment.

“It is nice to meet you, Balerion.” Asphara took his name in stride as she had not yet met the family in which he was birthed. She had met Tyr, but that was kind of it for now. She had stayed to her own self considering she was carrying a foal that was not conceived here on the ridge. They were both fresh blood and it was an interesting thing considering these horses seem to have their roots planted in the ground steadily. Her own roots were kinda bundled up and almost grown into a knot in a very tiny planter box that needed to be enlarged. With her not needing to name the foal, she went onto slowly do the second part of what Balerion brought up considering the foal.

She was swift in her cleaning, not wanting to make the yearling watch her take care of the mess as she lashed her tail still aching some. Her body would heal, much like every other mares did, but she would never quite understand how that worked and she would consider herself grateful for that fact. Now came her only question as she shivered. “Hungry…?” One word, but sounding just like a question as she turned her head to Balerion. The little foal was up and moving a bit more now, but its legs were still all shaky as her body shifted to almost support the little thing as it snorted again. Turning back to the foal, Asphara eyeballed the little tyke as she considered what he said. If she remembered correctly, Asphara nursed from her own mother.

As she listened to the rest of his words, Asphara felt her body shift before a grunt left her lips as the foal butted against her stomach. Grinding her teeth, Asphara rested there as the little horse below her began to eat its fill in front of a stranger. At least she was not kicking at it. “If your dad is Drogon, are you the seconds foal?” Asphara was trying to make sense of anything and if he was that stallions son, then he must be around she hoped? Asphara would hope that Romaro did not come across this foal for a long while if ever. Licking her lips, she flicked her tail again before she nodded to him once more. Her brain was working on following the little bouncy ball.

“Tyr knows I was in foal, but I did not expect to have such a small little thing. All I can say at the moment is that he was gracious enough to let me come into the herd knowing what I was running from.” Asphara figured not many if any knew that she had left another stallion in a different area and found herself on the ridge. She had ran for a long while before seeing the light colored stallion known as Tyr on the ridge. Now, she was in the depths of Tyrs territory talking with a yearling as her foal nursed itself happily. “Thank you for sticking around with a mare who is entirely unsure of what the hecks happening.”