No rest for the wicked, it appeared like. The warrioress trudged tirelessly over the meadow after the Sprite-like colt she called her son. He was a nonstop source of amusement and frustration for her, but she had to admit, between him and Jude, they provided a unique balance within her life. At least one of them behaved, the wild streak passed on in favor of her eldest son, leaving her youngest a docile babe she felt compelled to protect from the world lest he be shattered by it.

"Byron, don't get too far ahead." She yelled, nares flared and wings spread. Useless, for sure, he'd answer her with his usual comment and step up the pace. Such mischief. Her own unusual eyes are taken off of her babe when Atreus landed upon her back. "You're getting fat." She quipped with a smirk, the vulture huffed and uttered an offended squawk while he jabbed at her mind. "Just kidding, sort of." She mused, an invisible brow lifted to compliment her wicked smile.

It had been an unusual year, one she couldn't say she was sad to see the end of. It had gone from a summer squall to a hurricane, and now with the frost touching the horizon and the year coming to a close, she prayed to the Sun God that she might be blessed with better luck and a bigger wealth of fire in her heart as the new year ushered in.

Let it be the year I shine, she had whispered to the eternal fire one night as she'd turned to go back to her cave on rocky ridges.

For now, her thoughts of home are a mere thought on the wind. The gathered equines instead the focus of her mind and attention as she finally joined the throng. Many she recognized and many she did not, not unusual given how fast and different the land was. The ginger lad is there, and once again she bit her tongue. As much as her fire roared to march over there, Atreus and the sight of her colt stilled her hoof. The vulture had been a much needed addition to her soul, his patient and calculated wisdom and cunning helped temper her fire where it would burn without consequence. His quiet, soothing presence both physically and mentally helped her focus and see reason.

Atreus is the one who moved on their behalf, one of his reddened feathers between his beak as he tucked it on the pine tree. Her wing extended to offer shelter for Byron when he returned to her, her muzzle dropped to nose affectionately at his flaxen locks, an embarrassed snort coming from the colt.

"For when my soul connected with another." She explained simply, her gold and blue eyes flickered to the bird which swooped around the tree.

"Talk."