The little mare bobs her dial up and down in her happiness. It was indeed a good morning, and made even better yet when she had found some company. At the suggestion of calling the Queen just Fiasko, she laughed. "Well, all righ' just plain ol' Fiasko then,"she says in agreement. "You seem pretty chipper today, something good happen? Did we get another herd member?" she questions, perhaps a bit too excitedly. She always felt best when around other females, more at ease, sliding into the interaction with little effort. That was not to say that she didn't feel comfortable with the stallions in the herd. On the contrary, she felt a strong bond with them as well, they were both everything opposite of what she knew. Not once had they hurt her, or called her names and that in itself was a huge step up from her last digs.
Wichita was determined to help strengthen their kingdom, and a new herd member, that would be wonderful. She knew they were small in numbers, but she felt that they were big in heart. If you asked Wichita, that meant more to her than some silly old number, but that's just not how the world worked. A small herd meant a weak herd, or at least in the eyes of most. She would need to do better, she would need to help more. She looked eagerly at the painted mare in front of her, auds forward and alert, all too ready to learn the answers.