She had taken quite the tumble, one that made Myrrine look mildly concerned for her wellbeing, pushing closer to her and checking to see if she would be alright. There were a few scratches here and there, along with many branches and twigs tangled in that dark mane of hers, causing her to smile yet at the same time let concern well through her complexion. Without thinking, she moved her inked maw closer to the filly, attempting to pry away the debris from her silken tresses, to make her look beautiful once again. Should she let her she would remove all of them and make sure her mane was back to being nicely kept. Smiling gently she pulled away, tenderly taking the other mangled branches of berries with her and speaking through her mouth kindly," Thank you so much for your help. It's very much appreciated!"
" Hera," she continued, placing the left over berries into her makeshift pouch before looking to the girl happily again," I like that name. My mother called me Myrrine. It's a pleasure to meet you!" Had it been her imagination, or had there been a touch of sadness in her tone at the mention of "Momma". The thought let fear lurch into her throat, her mind to whirl at the sudden thought that maybe this girl had lost her mother too. She was much younger than she had been when she had lost Mother, but it was enough to cause the worry to build within her spotted chest, for her mind to become frazzled and for her to resonate deeply with what the painted girl felt.
She remembered the pain of coming here, to a forest of unfamiliarity and loneliness, to be met by Kahlua who was then the Edge's Queen, and to be taken here, to home. How many nights had she cried by herself alone? Hidden away from others so they couldn't see and the tears refusing to stop. Only Cerin had seen them, had comforted her in her time of need and made her feel everything would be okay again. But had anyone done that for her? For little Hera who was most likely lost in this world at the thought of not having a mother to share this life with? But she could be making assumptions though, could be jumping too quickly to conclusions, when maybe she was simple homesick for the Edge, where her mother was patiently awaiting for her return. Perhaps both of them should head in that direction now, it was rather cold and they could use some warming up.
" Well now that we've accomplished one task, shall we head home now Miss Hera?" she spoke kindly, eyes filled with cheer and trying to hide the fear she was holding deep within. She hoped the girl would want to follow suit, to also go home where they could dry off and find some warmth in the sanctuary of the deep pines.
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