the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
The girl's not shy, but, neither is Ilma although the white mare is much more reserved by nature. She stops in her tracks near the young filly in the bush, and shakes her head with a chuckle. "I can't force it to come back to you. Hares like to run, especially when someone ten times their size comes for them." She wonders if the filly could consider something huge chasing her, but as it is with the youngest children, she is already distracted when Ilma tells her name. "Please to meet you, Lo. And I suppose it's as good as place as any..." she trails and looks around. "Although perhaps a herd would suit someone young like you. Where there's other children."
She shakes her mane to get rid of an itch, and looks at the young filly. "But perhaps you'd rather chase the hares through the trees?" she pries. Oft as not, it's the babies that initiate play, but this was an unusual time for her, and her own children were old enough that they didn't easily run around her any more or invited her to come. Teenagers.
@[Leokadia]