It had been a couple weeks since she had been brought to the manor. Her recovery had been incredibly fast, and she was on a fast track to getting rid of that nasty limp. A soft white hoof came forward to stroke along the blonde mane of the filly; one that didn’t cause her to recoil and flinch like the sight of one would have when they found her.  
“There there Verity,” cooed the voice as she stroked her mane, smiling idly at the cute little noise the filly had made from the touch. “You are recovering nicely, and soon we vill have you back on zose hoofs of yours, running  
frei, wo Sie wollen.”  
The fillies ears fell back as the hoof stroked by them, her chin coming up to allow her hoof to press a bit more. She seemed to enjoy the feeling as she smiled, the tremble in her body no longer present in the care of someone who did not seek to lay hooves on her to inflict pain or injury. She gave a small whinny in response, looking back with big hazel eyes before answering.
 
“I can already run around really fast, mein fraulein! I made a whole lap around the manor yesterday!”
 
Aryanne, rolling her eyes with a smile let her hoof roam to her neck lightly in her petting.  
“Dear dear, zat is vat ze commonfolk address me as,” she started, smiling warmly down to her, “Zere is no need to address me as such, liebe.”
 
The filly paused a moment, tilting her head in just slight inquiry.  
“Well er… What should I call you then, miss?”
 
A smile broadened on her face as she raised the white hoof again, just above her ears. “Meine Mutter would do nicely.”