In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different
She doesn’t understand the urgency in her mother’s voice as the towering mare pushes her awake. She blinks her pale blue eyes and rouses herself, stretching out that sturdy little back before shaking her head and whinnying softly in reply to her mother’s command. They find the pale grey mare quickly, and the surprise hidden behind her is something that causes Besra’s ears to perk up and her eyes to grow wide. After the incident with the horned one the little roan girl had been wary of any of the original mountain dwellers. She still keeps the image of the bright red spray of blood fresh in her mind. But this - this was different.
“A baby!” She squeals, edging closer to let her nose run over the smaller girl’s fur. Meekly she glances at Minette, hoping that she hasn’t overstepped her boundaries. But she’s so excited she can’t help touching the girl once more. “Amorette.” She whispers, smiling broadly before shivering with happiness. A playmate! A friend! She glances between the adults, tail wagging in joy as she tries her hardest to contain herself. “I’ll look after her. Don’t worry.” She promises, making herself comfortable near the younger girl.
She was beautiful. The mother’s are talking, but she can’t be bothered at the moment, she’s so focused on the tiny bundle. Her mind is already filled with the endless possibilities. They’ll play, be best friends! It’d been so lonely - but not anymore. Finally, they seemed like one big, happy family.