FAMILIAR BREATH OF MY OLD LIES
CHANGED THE COLOR IN MY EYES
She is about to speak, to make her purpose here known, when they are joined by another stallion. Her open mouth slides shut as she takes on a look of polite bewilderment. She wanted to be angry with him, perhaps she even was. A bit. He was just so nice, nice people were hard to be cross with. She offers him a small smile, something polite but a bit strained. The twins were giggling behind her now, at what she wasn’t sure but likely to the wiggling dance the paint had performed. Whatever the reason it wasn’t very polite and she would need to talk with them later about that.
Noticeably flustered, she pulls her head and neck back looking between the two stallions. When the approacher gives his name Shahrizai she tries to roll it silently in her mouth but gives up. Kronk though, that was easy enough. Kronk she thinks trying to keep the name somewhere she would not forget. Regardless if the male came with her, it might do her good to recall his name at the very least. Her sooty ears turn to the splashed soldier once again when her remarks on her children. “Why yes, they are. Oh triplets? Well golly, I cain’t imagine, bless yer momma sug.”Her tail flicks absently at her legs, shooing away the insects that buzzed around them now. “Where are my manners, I’m Wichita and this here is Romilly and Guthrie.” The silvered foals both fell into a hushed silence when realizing they were acknowledged, and quickly followed their mothers greeting with sheepish grins.
”To go right around tha bush so ta say, I’d be real grateful if you’d like to come with me to the Gates. Heaven’s Gates they call it, right nice place. Best clover this side of anywhere. We ain’t got much of an army, but that’s why we could really use ya. Hard to bring any candidates in when there ain’t no one ta teach ‘em. Pardon my sayin’ but you look like you’ve already been learned some.” She looked him over discreetly, he was standing all tall and proper now, to her he looked everything a soldier should be.

