When the dappled doe confirmed, with an undeniable amount of wariness that she knew someone of her description, her odd eyes lit up. Naturally, the mare was guarded, from what she could tell. She did not give the same of the ginger stag, and had been quick to question why she had asked. Would she be the same? probably, if a stranger approached her asking for a specific person they may or may not know. Nephele had to give her that, even if it did put a wall between her getting from point a to point b and earned a small snort from the dark pelted mare.

As she came closer, her natural instincts fueled with the volatile emotions of her pregnancy flared. She wanted to pin her ears against her sooty hair and stamp a powerful hind leg. She caught herself in time though, this might just be the only chance she would have to track down the father of her unborn children. The feathers smoothed themselves back into their place and she forced herself to relax, she'd rather not have to chase the grey mare half-way across the land pregnant if she bolted now.

"Because, I'm searching to let him know he is going to be a father." She responded with a thin line for her lips, Nephele hadn't exactly gambled on being pregnant again after their little heated exchange, unfortunately mother nature had other plans. Her swollen barrel heaved with a sigh before her wings spread out and upwards, so the antlered woman could see just how large she was. It wouldn't be long now before they came into the world, and this would more than likely one of the last handful of days she would spend on the mainland before she returned to the Dragon's Throat to give birth.

"I think it's twins." She added after a moment, to further punctuate the importance of finding the stag. She was just as large as she had been when she had Verro and Tasokh, and she'd seen soon-to-be mothers who had only one foal, and they had been much much smaller. No it was twins, again. Not to mention, she aimed to keep up her tradition of naming her children based upon their fathers. Gaucho's children had been named in his tongue, and she had a funny inkling this ginger lad with a lantern in his tines wasn't exactly the type to name his children in a fashion similar to what she, nor her previous children, were named.

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Neph might've shared the humor if she knew the man, or if it was someone else that was pregnant, not her. Unfortunately, it wasn't funny for her because yet again, she found herself carrying foals that their father hadn't know existed. At least this stallion wasn't dead, she grumbled to herself internally, there was still a chance for this one to at least know. If he wanted nothing to do with the children, that was also fine, she'd raised twins on her own, she could do it again.

Tilney, so that was his name? She hadn't exactly tried to predict the stallion's name, and to be honest, she had expected it to be vastly different to her own and many of the Throat's. The dappled doe described him perfectly, there wasn't much she could really add on. Tilney was the father of her children, what more could you say than that? "Yes he had a lantern on his antlers, tree marking, ginger with flaxen hair. He had eyes the colour of a spring meadow, if you're the poetic type." She added with a snorted laugh, her wings once more wrapped snuggly around her enlarged barrel. "I'm not in the business of putting it about and getting pregnant on the fly, if that's what you mean by if I'm sure. He is the father, there's no one else who could be."

The unicorn then asked her if she'd thought of names for them, and she turned her head to glance at her hidden stomach. "No, I haven't." She admitted, an ear tilted back and into her dark locks. "There is a tradition in my family, where children are named by their fathers. If the father cannot be there, they're given names in line with their father, my daughters were named in their father's tongue, and it will be the same for these." Nephele stated matter-of-factly, after this she'd been a mother of four and honestly, two had been exhausting enough. Whoever made a lifestyle of being a glorified foal-cannon would forever baffle her.

"Unfortunately, I haven't any idea of fitting names that go with Tilney. This is my last visit to the mainland, before I go back to the Dragon's Throat to give birth." This was her last chance to find the ginger stag, and while she had found out his name and a possibly family member, she was no closer really than she had been before.




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