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Russet Fawn watched as Miros had vanished into the depths of Homewood after saying that he was going to ask his mother about the plant. Blinking, things had gone so quickly, the asking if they were friends and the really, REALLY elation that flooded him like a springs rain. What had all that been about? She had only wanted to know about the plant, the Heytheria that they had brought back from the barrens. How the seed had gotten so far out into the Barrens was beyond her. Birds she had supposed or maybe the wind or even perhaps an animal had taken it and stored it out there. So many way something could happen and no clear path to how it all happened.

Lost within her own musings and still watching the place that the buck had vanished, Fawn almost missed the rustling that was off to her side. Turning her head quickly, one to which made her vision blur ever so slightly something was approaching her. Ears flicking forwards she stepped backwards as a small head popped out of the bushes and looked around with large brown eyes. Eyes that looked lost and very tired. The body that followed the head was a thin one, twig like legs quivered trying to stand. The small Noul, a foal she grasped at, looked at her.

"Are you my mommy?" Was the first thing that was said after what seemed like a long silence.

Thoughts came back to her of her past. She had been left with her father, but this little one seemed to have no one around. Fawn did look around to try and see if there was anyone else around the area, seemed it was just them. Not really sure of what to say to this little foal, she just stepped over to it and nosed its thin body.

"No, do you not know where she is?" Fawn asked as she pulled away from the foal, seemed that there was no other scent on her besides her own.

The foal had only shaken her head and this left Fawn at a loss. She looked around to where they were, the fringes of the Barrens was no place to leave a foal and she wasn't about to leave her abandoned either... With a sign that escaped Fawn's features, this day was just getting better and better. First there was the cracking of her barrier, yeah there were some more cracking. While she hadn't told Miros everything that had happened, but there was enough for him to get an idea.

"Hey, hey, careful what you eat there." spouted Talltale as he hopped forward to stop the foal from making a snack out of the Heytheria plant. "Don't want to take a bite out of that plant. You'll not feel so good afterwards."

The foal stopped and tilted her head at the Jack Hop and tilted her head. She looked down at the plant with the diamond like leaves. The thought of becoming sick from it made her step back a little bit. This action had landed her on her backside, pouting ever so slightly.

"But I'm hungry. Nothing out there but rocks, dirt and sand." the foal said motioning towards the Barrens.

It was true she had come from the bushes, but it was entirely possible that she had been in the barrens before then. Being this close to both Homewood and the Barrens Fawn glanced between both places before the foal. Well, if they were going to get anywhere they had better start out. Stepping carefully over the Heytheria plant, she nosed the foal back to her hooves.

"Then we shall have to find you something to eat. Come on, night will be coming soon enough and I want to be home before then." Fawn said as she lead the way back into the forest. The day was an exhausting one and she was looking for a good nights sleep, that would just have to wait until after she had found something for the both of them to eat...

"Just think of it this way Fawn, you can do what your parents could not." Talltale said as he hopped behind them, making sure that the foal didn't lag behind too much.

"And just what is that Talltale? I had my father when I was growing up." Fawn responded, stopping for a moment almost making the foal bump into her.

"You can teach her skills that you had to learn on your own." He pointed out making Fawn just shake her head and glance at the foal again.

"Come to think of it. Do you have a name little one?" Fawn asked as the foal shook her head, ears flopping in the motions. There were small stalks poking out of the sides of her mouth as it seemed she had found a patch of clover to take chunks out of. Seems she was that hungry, given that she was awful skinny.

"Then we shall have to give you one, how about... Juniper?" It was the first thing that came to mind and there were a few Juniper trees standing around them. So it seemed almost fitting.

The foal nodded as she was still eating. Names given and stomachs to fill. Fawn urged the foal to leave her patch of clover and press on into the forest.

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