The hawk mare finds herself smiling despite herself during the colt’s rambling. She had never given much heed to the words of children as it was usually circumvent and half nonsense. And while the foal before he speaks (from what she can tell) is truth and not make-believe, his story is long-winded to be sure.
Her ears flick to attention, however, when he mentions the jungle. The now familiar sadness and confusion return at its mention. Would she ever call that land home again? Did she have the right? Did she want that? She gathers her thoughts and says simply “I live in Forest Frontiers with some friends. It’s near the Creek.”
But she doesn’t really want to think about that right now either. Too much going on in her head, she needs out. So she focuses on the colt’s words as they bubble forth from his little mouth. He speaks of the Deserts being empty and this piques her interest slightly for a moment, but she realizes that these things happen. Kingdoms come and go; form and reform. It was nothing new. He mentions his mother. The hawk mare shrugs a little and shifts her weight off of her back left leg. “Sure, if she isn’t busy.”
Seraphina