Her lips curled into a smile while listening to the mare speak, particularly about room to run. The kingdom seemed so much smaller now that Ashara knew it’s topography so well, and with it’s numbers growing the once empty seeming field was now usually spotted with an equine or two. She wasn’t complaining though, her anti-social self was a distant memory and now she quite enjoyed the company. Plus, it was the fruit of a hard working kingdom, something she hoped pleased her superiors. Her smile turned to sympathy at the next statement. She was no stranger to exile, and that wound left a forever aching scar. “I’m sorry to hear you were unwelcomed elsewhere, that’s not a nice feeling. I was chased from my family herd as a yearling.” She left it at that, this mare didn’t need to know her secret.
The pinto roan delved a little deeper into her past. Her experience with herds was different from the golden vixen’s knowledge. The benefit of herd was protection at the cost of producing an heir. Having to defend oneself can and all that rejection could make anyone bitter. Ashara had taken to out smarting the predators she encountered during her 5 years of solitude. Of course there were close calls where hooves kicked in an unorganized panic to live. But there was no skill involved in those blind flurries of adrenaline. The way the conversation was headed sounded like the two should mock. Styles didn’t matter so long as they were effective.
“Sounds like you don’t need me then.” She jokingly feigned hurt feelings, trying to lift the mood, followed with another bump of her flat skull on the muscular shoulder of the painted stallion and a nip at his mane and quickly side-stepping to avoid retaliation. Her playful energy almost contagious as she turned back to the other femme. “If you need anything, just ask. I’m never far away.” dipping her honey-hued crown in farewell but she waits for acknowledgment before heading off for a drink.
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