Wichita splayed her ears, folding them down and out. She was crestfallen at the stags words, for she simply didn't know that they had what he sought. The Gates was not particularly known for its warriors, at least not at present time, if in the past they had been, Wichita was unaware. The extent of their defenses consisted of Jason and his magic alone, she had not gained word of anyone joining the war caste. Could they fight if hard pressed to do so? Perhaps, though Wichita knew she herself was dismal at such tasks.
She listened closely, which was of little surprise. The butter colored mare rarely strayed from the Gates, and it had taken much resolve to even venture out today. She hoped that after the others had had their turn, she would by then have thought of something positive for her home. She is given some small speck of hope when the first speaks, the dual colored female. She seemed to think they could all provide the young stallion with a place to train. She supposed that it was technically true, there was indeed plenty of space in the Gates. When mentioning her residence, Wichita's heart dropped, her legs feeling rather weak. If no one noticed the way her pillars began to shake it would be a miracle.
The next girl spoke, the grey ghost, a faraway look adorned her visage. She speaks to him of the Valley, a place she is not inclined to ever visit if she can so avoid it. Her opportunities are to define oneself and one's kingdom, well if anything sounded like an army recruit, that surely did. She can't linger long on the validity of the others offers, because now it was her turn.
She shifted her weight uncomfortably, appearing to consider fleeing once more, until her orbs fell on the black pup next to her. Her daughter, all that was right in Wichita's seriously messed up life."There's plenty of room in the Gates for trainin', but that's not the problem." Her chocolate brown eyes glance away from her daughter, turning instead to look at the male in the eye. Something she rarely did.
"You'll have ta tend ta most of your own training, but you won't lack for a home there. A real home, not just some place you return ta each night ta rest. We may not be thought strong in the Gates, but we are a family. If you need a purpose, we can give you one. You can learn to fight in any ol' place, you don't owe us anything, but you could protect those that need protecting."She let out a deep sigh, as if some immense weight had lifted from her. She knew he was not like to follow, but she would await his declination instead of running.
