Alysanne did not get a chance to introduce herself properly, or say how wonderful it was to meet Parelia, because just as soon as the lightly-coloured mare had finished speaking there was a louder crack coming from the egg and all of their attentions flickered downward. All intentions of the usual niceties of conversation went out of her mind immediately for there was something far more captivating occurring and she could not believe her luck that she was being allowed to stay.

She had seen a bird hatch once when she was young, barely weaned off of her mother. A family of ducks welcomed their new children, and as she looked between the hatching egg and the mare standing so attentively – she realized there was more to the bond with a companion than she ever could have realized. This was not just an animal that happened to grow close to another. There was a strong connection there and the look on Parelia’s face when she saw that little life for the first time free of the egg – it reminded Alysanne of when she had seen her son for the first time. For her, there was nothing more beautiful in the world to witness than that expression.

At the invitation, she moved forward with the dappled mare – her movements cautious even when she paused. She did not want to startle either the new life or Parelia. She was a friend, even if she was practically a stranger, and meant no one here any harm. Well, she didn’t mean anyone, anywhere harm. But in this particular instance, the birth of a new life, the world of harm seemed so far away.

They formed a small triangle, the three winged mares – Alysanne standing beside and to the right of the dappled mare. “He –” And here she paused for a moment, emerald eyes checking with Parelia to see if she was correct before continuing “- is absolutely beautiful.” She echoed the other’s compliment with one of her own, her voice soft as she admired the little life and the newfound bond he had been born into. “Penna and Parelia.” She spoke the names aloud but in a murmur to see how they felt together and grinned: they went together perfectly.

Knowing little of companions, she was unsure of the correct way to act – but caution and the example of the mare to her side helped her. It was enough to be here to witness this – and if Parelia’s attentiveness were any indication, this pair would grow close and strong together. “What type of bird is he?” Her mind was buzzing with dozens of different questions but she settled on just one – having only seen one type of baby bird before (a duckling) she could only rule that single type out.