Reacting to instincts, the fear of danger stronger than reason, the golden vixen spooked at the sudden movement, jumping sideways and then backing away slowly. The emerging boy demanded respect. She dipped her skull in submission overwhelmed by the unspoken accusation, the body language, that she may be a threat. She certainly wouldn’t disregard an opinion just because the speaker was younger, all voices were valid.
Her auricles picked up as the filly displayed distress. If their similar appearance and smell wasn’t enough of a giveaway their squabble certainly proved sibling relations. As the emotion brimmed so did Ashara’s concern and desire to fix the situation.
”It’s alright hon.” she spoke, trying to comfort the bay, unsure what to call her and doubtful words would make a difference but attempting anyway. What more could she do? Addressing both of them she speaks again ”My name is Ashara, I am a student of this kingdom. The numbers here are small and our neutrality keeps things quiet but you are both more than welcome to stay as long as you’d like. If I can be of service in any way…?” Her voice as calm and melancholy as possible. Most of her focus had been on the femme, wanting to comfort her, make her feel safe and welcome. The iron sweet scent of blood draws her attention to the colt’s injury. ”Sir, our waters here have healing properties. I’d be happy to escort you if you’d allow it?” She addresses him formally, hoping to gain his trust. Not yet having seen the falls magic work, she hoped they did as was told to her and not be made a fool of.
Wherever I am, is exactly where I'm supposed to be.