Wichita was pleased that the filly did not balk at her hovering. She seemed to not be bothered at all by it,on the contrary, she appears glad to have company. This was fortunate, as she herself felt she could use a little company today. Liquid pools swim down the length of this young one called Ephrelle , at her motions to the design that had so intrigued Wichita. A beautiful vine and blossom trailing up the chest, the colors vivid and lifelike. The mark itself gave Wichita the feeling that it was a living thing in itself, a consciousness emanated from it."Well now, that's quite lovely", she complemented the design. She had never seen such a thing before, and wondered what had caused such an anomaly. She herself only had scattered scars to adorn her pelt, and their presence courtesy of her unpleasant father.
From the "Jungle" the filly had said, and she thought she heard "Amazon" as well. Had she? What did that even mean? The silver black mare was young in years and had lived a sheltered existence, lacking knowledge of all things she found interesting in her new home. "What 'xactly is a Amazon?", she drawled, giving the other a quizzical look. Such funny, wonderful things she had learned of and discovered here,but not yet this. Actually this was her first trip outside of the Gates since arriving, what luck she had to learn something new.