The dusty grey of her coat mingles less easily with the dark but more and more with the grey sand of Nerine. She fits in here, she figures, and when Scorch calls them together she is not surprised, but rather trots leisurely towards the meeting place. Like last time, changes in rulers are to take place, although she flicks her ear when she hears the old bald mare say it’s been a year. Tähti didn’t think it had been that long, although she had honestly already thought that Wishbone could have taken over sooner, her training partner was always far more advanced than the now-yearling filly.
She remembers Hestia only vaguely as the slightly snippy black mare who had been accompanied by a demonlike horse back when she had arrived and perhaps she had died sooner after that than Scorch had announced it, which might make sense if she did not want the queen’s death to upset the Nerinians just around the time the brotherhood was being instilled.
But honestly the black-winged girl doesn’t really care about politics and this is why Wishbone will always be the better of the two of them no matter their age or experience. She dips her head to whatever promotions took place, and lingers to the edges. She spies a familiar-looking but slightly different-smelling colt nearby, too, wondering where he came from because shes’s quite sure she’s seen him somewhere before but can’t place him. He’s not a resident, that’s for sure.
More words are being said and the filly is not listening very well. She’s planning on continuing her warrior training, but for which kingdom - Hyaline or Nerine - she’s not sure yet. She takes in the other residents and notes that she doesn’t know all of them by far. Hmm. Maybe she should have tagged along with Wishbone more often. She seems to have a nack for meeting people.
the Light you are searching
has always been Within