Looking at you, she says in the softest voice you've ever heard, "Greetings traveller. My name is Wynn. I hope your journeys have been good to you." She smiles as the little blue one buries himself beneath her wing. "I am a prize for a contest held by Myrror in my homeland. We all have rainbows in our manes."
In a few moments, little snores could be heard beneath the blanket of her wing.
"I think he must have been tired," she whispers. She reaches over and carefully covers him completely with her wing, tail and all.
Not wanting to disturb the sleeping baby, you decide that you could always come back later to talk with Wynn. "I hope that you do come back again, dear traveller. There is so much I do not know of your world, just as I am sure that there is much you do not know about this one." She looks at the bulge under her wing. "But you are right, perhaps another time," she whispers.