[Belithia Certainly Didn't Think So, Though Admittedly, She Was Utterly Insane]

"Would you be speaking of my mother, Gwyn? Or do I bear similarities to others as well?

In any case, I am Savorla, and my son is Isyldar, the one whose accidental hurricane you removed, for which I thank you; my Chosen was within it, and I would greatly dislike to see her harmed."

[Could I Buy a Side of Country, Please?]

The stranger hurries off, then; assuming that Kyran follows, they'll quickly come to a very nice black mare, with dark grey and very deep purple markings, which seems very reluctant to put any weight on her left front leg for some reason.