Wichita’s cocoa eyes soften, (not that they had held much hardness to begin with) as she recovers from the bit of embarrassment. It had not crossed her mind to share with her daughter that bit of information, the Queen’s skin having become something common to her. Not to mention, Fiasko’s scars had not been at the forefront in her mind in all the commotion. What with birthing a baby, helping the cut riddled mare, and being quite tired she hadn’t the time to. One could hardly blame the coal colored tot for her observance anyhow, she had been born merely hours beforehand.
The butter colored femme watched the interaction of her child and the Queen, a smile pulling at her lips. She had done well in choosing to follow Jason to the Gates, for the most part it was more than she could hope for in a home. For her, it was an ideal place to raise children as well. Thinking of Jason, they really should find him, she thought. She had at first sought to inquire about how she had come to be yellow, or if he could help it go away. Now they had a much bigger matter on their hands. Reuen was steadily losing blood, the lines of red still wet and fresh. Wichita was not sure how much blood their bodies held, but at this rate the silver black could not have much more to offer.
”You’re right Fiasko, before this all started I had hoped ta find Jason. It seems I woke up yella today. Looks like we still need him, I don’t know how Reuen is still standin’”as if it even needed mentioning. She nudged Tioga appreciatively after her apology, it was the right thing to do.
