Vesper basked in warm contentment as she lay nestled in one of the many flower patches that were spread artistically throughout Erynion's large garden amongst beaten dirt paths and beautiful ornamental lantern arrangements at various intervals. The heady air was heavily perfumed and jewel like butterflies darted through the air over her head, they were always a common site here, they were the whole reason Erynion had started this paradise. Sunlight glittered and danced across her back and shoulders and warmed her nearly translucent wings which were currently held open protectively to shelter the sleeping form wedged against her side, her little son, Ellion. She had brought him outside to play and perhaps to teach a little about the art of gardening, he had frisked about for a while, chasing butterflies and sniffing blossoms but had worn out and fallen asleep after settling down with Vesper for lunch and a story. She gently stroked his baby soft fur and mane with her nose and returned to her peaceful contemplation. Losille was off playing with her father today, Erynion almost always left at least one of the foals home with her when he went off, motherhood had calmed Veser down considerably. She was still her bubbly and energetic self but she now had something to care for and that voice of reason deep inside kept a firm hold on her sometimes childlike tendencies, her families love had soothed some of the brokenness hiding inside her until she now behaved more like a spirited and youthful mare rather than an overgrown filly the majority of the time, their foals needed a mother, not a playmate.
