She had her face half buried in a particularly tasty patch of sweet grass. This place was, she didnt know... Okay, Okay, it was delicious.
Delicious. Everything here was the most succulent thing she had ever had luck to graze. Summer had been kind to the land, and she was happier than a pig in a puddle. Of course to say, Wichita was elated. The call interrupted her chow session,but there was always time for eating. Wichita's form had finally filled out, her pelt was glossy and vibrant. No longer the dull color of soot, but glossy and endless like a moonless sky. Not a single burr had remained in her golden tresses either, all of them having found their way out long ago it seemed. If only the memories could feel far away like that too. She shook her mane, no time for that now, she had places to be. Fiasko was the new Queen, and the male Mast, she thought it was would lead with her. Wichita couldn't be more pleased, she thought them both very kind, and smart. She was sure they would prosper under the care of that duo, they just had to.
The Gates had been pretty lonely aside from their small herd, or at least she had felt that way. Perhaps only because she had come from such a large family, but it was in fact lacking for members..even for a small herd. She found her way easily enough, the Mother Tree was the first place she had memorized the path to, it branches smiling up towards the sky. It made her happy as well, just being in its presence, and today an added bonus of her herd mates company.She whickered happily to Fiasko and Mast, coming up between them, she sought a warm touch as was usual. Her banner flicked around happily, her auds twitching at the gnats that littered the warm summer breeze. After her quick cuddles, she made her way back around facing them and taking a more appropriate place among the gathering.
A caste? Oh drat, she hadn't put much thought into this, not as much as she should have anyways. For certain she didn't want to be in the War caste. Wichita though at times sassy, was not feral enough to harm others. She had known too much pain herself to inflict physical damage to the form of another, so what did that leave her? Peace. Pretty words, and cunning to be sure. She didn't know if that was right for her either, she was friendly enough true. Perhaps, too friendly to some, but it was her nature and she enjoyed finally being free to express herself.
"Well, I think I ought to join the Peace cast then."she gave though, her tone did not express certainty. "As far as our alliances, I know little of the other lands, but I know I wouldn' want to be on the wrong end of those Chamber folks." She looked a bit concerned, it was odd to be of the light, and to side with those who were of the shadows. "Aint that saying 'If you can't beat 'em join 'em?'" She wasn't sure if they had much of a choice really, if the sides were to go to blows they were like to be slaughtered.