It had been a black day when Malis had found out about her daughter's choice in mates. An even blacker one when she found out about the baskets. The troll mare shook her head in disgust as she though about Icarus. Why her daughter would even conceive to even look his way she didn't know. Anything to do with water gave her the willies and she was not happy to know that her grandchildren would be tainted by such. With a dispirited nature she stalked through the forest, not caring where her hooves landed. She needed to get out of the confined areas and back into the wide open barrens of her youth. Malis had already snapped at Immi and refused to answer Day's simple questions that morning. Her mood seemed to sour more and more as time had passed, especially after finding out that her granddaughter and son had not shown any trollish traits. Zandali was practically a shadow! There was no strength there at all, no confidence, no pride! The troll snorted, kicking at a low hanging branch that was in her way. Those foals were no trolls and they didn't have the right to be!