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"I will call you Cori then, too," she said, in the tone of voice that gave hint of what her daughter would sound like when she aged. "It's very nice to meet a friend of Dagny's. I'm Celandine."

She rose from her reclining position, tucking all four of her wings at her sides as she leaned down to sniff curiously at the colt before her. Dagny was a quick one for making friends, it seemed; she'd barely been out of her basket and learning to walk before she took off running, which worried Celandine a bit. Her handicap made it difficult for her to look after such an active filly, but then again, she was taking her to see her fathers so that she could live with them. As much as it pained her, she had only a short time with her daughter, so she wanted to enjoy as much of her exuberance as she could.

"Cori has very interesting wings, Mama!" Clearly unable to hold her excitement in much longer, Dagny burst forth in happy chatter. "They're larger than mine and webbed, and his coat is green like the grass! Oh, and he has lovely markings, and he's very nice. He has horns!"

Celandine was curious but didn't seem unkind as she reminded Dagny, gently, "Don't define someone by their features, dear. Are your parents about, Cori? I'd hate for them to get the wrong idea!"

Celandine glanced to her daughter and nosed her. "Do you want to go see his family?"

"Oh, yes!" Dagny exclaimed, enthusiastically rejoining Cori and bumping her shoulders against his. "His father is like him and I like Cori very much, as we are friends now, so I think that would be divine."

Celandine was a bit worried -- surely the colt's father did notice when he wasn't around -- but she decided she would lay her fears to rest when she met his family and traveling companions. Spirits knew Dagny liked to tell stories, so it was likely just a case of the colt bending the truth a bit in conversation. Either way, Celandine would be glad to meet some new soquili; it had been some time since she'd made new friends.

"Then we'd love to." Celandine reached out with a wing and brushed it over Dagny's head, making her daughter giggle. "Are they nearby?"

"Well, let's go, then!" Celandine reached out with a wing and patted her daughter on the bottom with it, her smile easy and encouraging. "We don't have anything pressing to do today, so we might as well make some friends."

"Exactly!" Dagny was all smiles as she trotted over to Cori, tail flicking happily behind her. She'd just known that her mama would approve of all this. Certainly they'd have to go back to traveling on their own soon, but in the meantime, they were making friends! Maybe Mama could be friends with Cori's dad. That would be the best, because then they'd have a reason to go find them again so that they could all spend time together.

Now that she'd made a friend, Dagny didn't want to just let him disappear. That wouldn't make her a very good friend at all.

"I'm very excited for when I learn to fly," she said conversationally. "Mama says I am still too young just yet and I will hurt my wings if I try, but by the time I meet my papas I'm sure I'll be able to learn."

"Oh, we will walk, of course. We have walked a great distance so far already! We take many breaks, though, for Mama to fly off and see people, and for myself to rest, as I am still so little." She was picking up her hooves much higher than she needed to, turning her walk into a march, as it amused her. "So it will take longer for me to get to my papas, but in the end, we will certainly get there. They're just past these mountains, I believe."

Celandine remained quiet in the background, content to let her daughter do the talking; she also wanted to observe what sort of friend Dagny had made, and found it amused that her first friend reportedly held racial traits that her own best friend did. Like mother, like daughter, she supposed.

At the question about her parents, Dagny was truly baffled a moment. "Well... clearly, my papas love one another! And they are mates. That is how I have more than one father. Mama is not mated to either of them, as they prefer each other to mares, you see."

It was the simplest thing in the world to her. Stallions could be with mares, or with stallions, and mares could even be with mares if they liked! She'd been told that it all really came down to what you felt in your heart versus what you looked like on the outside, so it was a little funny to her that Cori would be confused. He probably felt very silly now, since it was all so simple!

"Well," Dagny said, voice lifting cheerfully, "You must meet my papas one day, only after I have met them, because it wouldn't be fair for you to meet them first. Then you will see two stallions who are in love, and that will be one more thing that you've seen in the world!"

She was tickled by the idea, and also a little in awe of how many things there were to see. Her tail flicked behind her excitedly and it was all she could do to keep from prancing her walk; it was just so exciting to think that she was going to be meeting more unfamiliar Soquili! For someone like Coridan, who had been around longer than she had, things were probably becoming more commonplace to him. He was very much older than her, she thought, stealing a glance at him. But that didn't matter! Things were bright and new to her, and for as long as she lived she hoped to always find something bright and new.

And oh, oh, how she longed to fly.

"Papa is going to teach me to fly!" She couldn't help it; she leapt forward, carried by her enthusiasm, and then danced a circle while she waited for the rest of them to catch up. "Mama has told me so. Papa Einarr does not have wings, so he is unable to teach me, but Papa Viraj has wings! I am so very excited. Does your papa have wings?"

She couldn't remember if he'd already told her or not. Oh, who cared? She'd hear it a thousand times over if he was willing to tell her!