Slabbed out, half way to snoring, Yaga is pulled from her enjoyment. Blinking open one gold eye, the mare listens to the sound of hooves as her nostrils flare and drag in a scent. Tilting her head faintly, she lays it just so to look behind her and latch onto the son of her lover. Licking her dark lips, the draft mare grunts before rocking herself up. It took a few tries, but finally the heavy woman is on all four feet and facing Midir with a gentle smile.

“No worries Midir. What can I help you with?” As her question enters the air, the shire cross moves closer to Midir. She does not enter his space, but she gets close enough that she can offer her nose. She liked to trade scents with select people and for some reason, the son of Dagda was now one of them. Maybe it was because she was missing Titan, maybe it was something else. She did not know entirely, so she did not question it far.

Pulling back her nose, regardless of what Midir did, she waited. He could have exchanged breaths or he could have politely removed the option, she did not mind. Instead, she just watched him with her kind eyes and a gentle smile on her face. This was her home and these were her people. She was nothing else but kind, caring, and one to worry about them if that reaction was needed.