Alexander made a delighted noise when Arwen swept him up, little arms going right around her neck to hug her tightly. "Hi aunt Arwen!" Rose was right behind him, throwing herself at Arwen's legs despite Emilia calling out for her to not knock her over. Luckily she was only a little thing. But Emilia had experience with that. Whenever she went away for a time she was attacked when she got back and had almost lost her balance a fair few times. Rose was usually the culprit. It was always the tinier one. Though - if anyone had asked - Emilia would have admitted that she never wanted one smaller than Rose again. She just wanted them to get bigger. Did that make her a bad mother? She had no idea, but she would have put her money on most mothers feeling the exact same way. Not aunts though. Emilia's smile was fond as she watched her two children swarm Arwen. No, aunts loved them little.
"Mommy said there's a horsie!" Alexander declared, leaning back so he could look Arwen in the eye. "Want to see the horsie."
"Alexander." There was a familiar touch of warning in Emilia's voice.
"Please."
"That's better." She was not raising ill-mannered wild things. Tucking back a piece of loose hair she gave Arwen a smile. "But yes, he's right, we did come to see if you really have a horse. Especially Rose." Who was bouncing again. "Okay, and me, I want to meet a horse." Especially if it could talk. That there could be a bad-mannered horse was honestly not a thing that had occurred to her. True it might bite, but all horses bit if provoked. Maybe Arwen had insulted its horsey-pride.