Wichita is not surprised at the apologies given, even though Fiasko was not to blame in any form. It's nice though, the sincere care the Queen bestows on her herd. A soothing touch is offered and the little mare accepts it, a soft nicker in thanks whispers from her maw.
What she finds surprising is that the tables have turned, and now the painted mate shares her own story. Wichita is filled with a sadness, it was an awful story. She couldn't imagine a mother acting in such a way, females in her old herd were so different, these actions unheard of. Fiasko had even kept the name her mother had uttered in her hate, that had to be a terrible feeling growing up.
The mood lightens, if just a small bit. Fiasko tells her that it is not truly their fault, but the fault of their parents. Perhaps she is right. She has a hard time swallowing this thought, and is not wholely convinced. It is a nice sentiment though, one she won't soon forget, even if she can not believe it just yet. Wichita carried a lot of shame still, and a terrible sense of self value. "Perhaps yer right."she offers, still mulling over the thought.
"At any rate, least they ain't around to hurt us anymore."it's the only bit of light she can muster about their situations.
