FAMILIAR BREATH OF MY OLD LIES
CHANGED THE COLOR IN MY EYES
Wichita had been keeping herself busy. Between managing kids she had blocked a steal, and even nabbed a soldier from the Field. It worked out in her favor, because she had little time to miss her friends. Or to be lonely for that matter. Her life had been richer this last foaling season, and she was gifted a beautiful set of twins. A boy and a girl, both of whom favored their Dam quite a lot. The little silver dapple was becoming quite the broodmare, but she didn’t really mind. Most of her children had been of consensual couplings, which was miles better than the alternative. Back home she can’t imagine how many forced breedings she probably would have been made to suffer, all at the hooves of her own father. She was thinking of that less and less, letting go the could have beens.
No, she had been rather blessed lately, and she couldn’t be happier. She deserved to have good things in her life for once, and so she spent her time enjoying them. She is currently watching the twins jump around the meadow, each one telling the other they can jump farther or higher. Most of the time they made equal progress, but neither would agree or admit to it. Wichita’s ears swivel,
sounds of the squealing tots replaced with a call. A familiar one too, one she hadn’t heard for a while. ”Come on ya’ll. Time to go see a friend.” She calls to her youngest troupe, and rounds them up to cross the fields, nudging at their rumps. ”Bout time you met our Queen anyways, she is one of Momma’s good friends too. Don’t you worry.” She reassures Guthrie who is giving her an unsure look while she swipes her tongue across his forelock. She wanted them to look presentable, not that they really needed much sprucing. They were both delightfully beautiful, all her kids were in their own ways. These were just..special.
It is without haste that the trio makes their way to the Mother tree, spotting Fiasko’s familiar painted hide. Wichita does a double take at the little foal that crowded the mare’s side. Well, one of the foals anyway, the bigger one was Sidra, she knew that much. The other though, well, that one was new and Wichita hadn’t seen Jason in a lifetime. Maybe the two had had a falling out, maybe Fiasko had suffered a tragedy like she herself had experienced her first season. Whatever the case may be Wichita was here to help her through it. What are friends for right?
The pony sized mare troted up, a few paces ahead of her foals. ”Long time no see. How are ya doin’?” She asked with a smile, but a gave a rather direct glance at the grulla babe next to her. A direct but indirect way of inquiring where it had come from.As for the twins, they were too busy tugging at each other’s manes.
hahah sorry, dont quite know what this is XD