Wichita was, yet again, pregnant. In taking the initiative to learn the lands better, she had a chance meeting with a stallion named Craggle. Lovely shades of bubblergum and roan. He had been charming, sweet even, and it was not so bad as the last time. Yet, as sometimes things go, that affection had not lasted. She was again alone raising her child, perhaps she always would be.
The little silver black mare was begining to regain her original coloring, though still faint tints colored her mane. That of the palest lavender and robins egg blue, her eyes however had changed still. Gold Egyptian cat eye markings surrounded each one, her milk chocolate eyes popping. It was quite the odd decoration for such a southern belle, a contradiction even.
She heard Mast's call, like they all would, the ashen King would hold court today. Wichita lifted her maw, she had been nibbling at the drying grasses, autumn almost at a close. Without further hesitation she set off towards the Mother tree, making a short trip and arriving shortly thereafter. Tioga would not be short behind, the growing girl craved independence, though she knew the importance of gatherings.
Reuen had beaten her here, she always had a warm smile for that girl, a special place in her heart as well. "Reuen, how are ya sugar?" she asked her friend, a note of concern having noticed new wounds. "Mast."she nodded, dipping her crown respectfully.
After all was said and done, she found herself feeling pleased, and a bit self-conscious A promotion, she couldn't believe it, a broad smile pulling at her cheeks. " Thank yall so much."she said bashfully, she found herself uncomfortable in the limelight. "I can go to the Amazons, and the Dale. Company would be nice though."she looked hopefully at the others after that last bit.
