Eventide is softly casting o'er the earth a magic spell,

And a love-song, everlasting, on the night wind seems to swell.

She hummed thoughtfully and lipped absently at blue-tipped strands when they tickled her nose, considering everything he had said. It would indeed be sad if she were unable to pray to the goddess whenever she wished, the very thought was unsettling to the point where heat of anger began to rise within. If anyone tried to do that to her, to her home... But at the same time, shouldn't the herds be home to the believers and the followers, and no one else?

This would quickly separate her from her father however. His appreciation for the Lady seemed lukewarm at best, gratitude rather than loyalty, and as much as she regretted this Erthë would be just as quick to chide the person that tried to separate her from the solemn vagabond as she she would if they tried to separate her from the Edge. More, probably, because she could take her love for the Moon with her but it was painful to be separated from her sole remaining parent for too long.

"I'll make sure to thank Her for that next time" she said, grinning slightly as she parted from the close embrace and made to settle down in the grass. It was a relief to take the weight off her legs after standing for so long. From the weak leg came a dull throbbing sensation, eased by the circulation of painkilling substances in her veins but still ever present. She would pay for moving about so much, Erthë knew it - another sleepless night no doubt, when she could take no more herbs and the swelling returned full strength. Right now it wasn't too bad however, she could still smile and breathe easy - oddly comforted by having the pale stallion loom over her.

Something about their exchange just now was bugging her. Something had been said that surprised her, but it took a while before she had thought her way back through the conversation and remembered what it was. When she finally did, the recollection painted a look of amazement onto her delicate features as she looked up at Vadim, eyes wide in shock.

"Wait, dad... You have a brother? Why have you never said anything? Where is he, what's his name? Have I met him?"

This was a bigger surprise than learning that the man had magical abilities, the kind of secret that sent her thoughts reeling with possibility. Her first thoughts went to a stallion they had once encountered out on the Frostbreath Steppe, one who had been so similar to the father that she nearly mistook one for the other... But just as soon Erthë recalled the anger and look of mistrust Vadim had given the man. It must be a mistake after all, how could they be related and not even know about it themselves.

"Do you have any other hidden relatives I should know about?" she asked, just to make sure; the glance she shot his way was narrowed and scrutinizing, as though hoping she might detect if he purposely hid something from her.