Jiri nodded as she listened to the colt. "Sounds like you have had plenty of help to heal the wounds." She remarked with a smile. "I dont know that Polar North would be able to do anything further. Even her healing magic can only do so much." She said as she shook her head. The colt seemed to be filled with words and energy and she was smiling at him warmly.
Jiri snorted. "I am not that much smaller! Only like 2 hands!" She protested with a laugh as she shook her head. The yearling was roughly 16 hands at this point, no longer small enough to be flown around on her sire’s back. Flicking her tail, she gave him a sassy look. "Besides, I still have growing to do!" She said with a snort.
The question took her by surprise and she paused, tilting her head as she let her mind work. "I dont know… My mom is a warrior, my dad was one before he became a blacksmith…" She mused aloud. "I have time to figure it out. I would hate to make a decision young and then find that I had made the wrong one." She said softly.
@Aeon
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