Sarkis had followed, though one may not have noticed. Her opinion of follow meant trailing several yards behind her mother's progression. Mother always had something to do or somewhere to be, but Sarkis did keep her naked hide within sight. Even the pretty tattoo had gone from mother's chest, leaving her utterly bare, but Sarkis didn't really mind. She hadnt the slightest care what others opinions might be, because underneath it all, it was still mom.
The meeting began, while the little roan frolicked in the background. A comical backdrop perhaps, but she had found a tiny frog you see. Together they hopped, or truly the frog did most of the hopping. Sarkis stumbled about after it, doing what she could to hop about on filly limbs. She hadnt been paying attention at all, not until the cub had padded out, her tail flicking with excitement.
The silver creature was mostly a welcome sight to the girl, a few times they had played, or tried to play at least. Sarkis, wasn't entirely fond of the cubs sharp teeth or claws. Sometimes it got too rough, carried away even, like most children did. There were no sharp bites in return, no scrape of nails to claw the felines pelt. Sarkis had none of these, so oft she did not initiate play with it anymore. That didn't mean she had hard feelings towards the spirit, she had just learned to respect it for what it was.
Otherwise the filly found the meeting a bore, listening curiously at the names suggested. She thought each one was okay, but none of them stood out more than the other to her. She carefully, approached her mother now, looking out at the herd, studying each of their faces.
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