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Naerys may have her mother's looks and her uncanny affinity to flowers but her heart and soul clearly contain bits of her aunt. She longs for adventure, longs to go somewhere...anywhere. Alysanne, however, is most comfortable with the brown and white filly staying in the Edge - and that desire is certainly based on the realities of this harsh world. A mother will always want to protect her child. To live life, however, one must have experiences. Whether those experiences are good or bad doesn't even matter. Alysanne had every reason to worry for Naerys' safety after all she'd been through. After all that had happened in Helovia already, her concerns were far from baseless. Of course, the fact that Naerys had almost been a stillborn - her first breath arriving later than it ever should have - did little to ease the worry in her mother's heart.

Mother had never spoken to the young girl about her worries, putting on a brave and happy face like she always did, but it didn't take a genius to figure it out. Naerys is a fairly intuitive creature, sensing a worry behind her mother's vibrant green eyes. The brown and white girl remembered those eyes so well that when she gazed at the green eyes of the pegasus mare before her now, the bells sounding in her mind increased in intensity. They build, stirring up an irritation in her, causing a small snort to exit her nostrils with a fair amount of force.

This stranger had eyes like her mother, even looked like her mother except with more black than white. She remained quiet, watching her almost suspiciously. More suspiciously, perhaps, than she ever would have intended. But the mare keeps quiet, as if her voice simply evaded her. When she finally spoke, the filly looked puzzled for a moment. 'Alysanne?' She wonders, clearly thinking until it connects in her mind. 'Oh!' Naerys thinks, her eyes widening with recognition. 'She means mother.' but the girl can only nod in response to the mare's question. Yes, she knew Alysanne. It felt strange to even think of her actual name. To Naerys, she is and would always be Mother. Just as Father is and always would be just that; Father. Calling them by their true names was like some sort of unwritten taboo. It was just something that children didn't do.

When the mare spoke again, her words were so very familiar. Once again, it was like looking at darker version of her mother and it was a bit unnerving. That is when she introduces herself and the girl's jaw drops. With teal eyes as wide as saucers she doesn't dare to blink for fear that this mare would disappear. "THE Iona?!" she practically gasps, her voice louder and more shrill than she had intended. Her heart races in her chest, blood pounding in her ears and suddenly she realizes she's stopped breathing. With a sharp inhale of breath, she picks her jaw up from the flowers at her feet (well, really, she just closed her mouth - since the other would be physically impossible but it makes for a more dramatic effect, no?) Naerys could feel the heat building in her cheeks and for once she is thankful for the fur covering her skin, hiding her embarrassment from her aunt.

Tearing her teal eyes from Iona, the filly glances at her flowers and shuffles her hooves. "Sorry." she murmurs softly and with a sigh, she regains whatever composure she had left. "Alysanne is my mother. I can take you  to her... that is, if you want to." she concludes, rather sheepishly.

Oh Naerys, your youth is showing.