06-16-2016, 09:06 PM
Josie was just about to cross over the Golden Plains borders, off to explore the Beqana lands when she heard Phaedrus call out her name, to include the others in the kingdom. She lowered her ears and gave a snort awhh mann she mumbled to herself, as she turned around to see what it was Phaedrus called the herd to a meeting for. Raising her ears back up to appear proper in front of the herd, her mother was already there along with a few of the mares that she had never met. She gave a smile and made her way over to her mother and looked over to Phaedrus awaiting the arrival of the remaining equines.
Once everyone arrived he began to discuss the reasons for the meeting, he started off by asking Josie what she wanted to do. To her shock, he must be aware that she was exploring the lands more often. She took a few moments, contemplating what she should say to him. She stepped forward to speak I thought long and hard about this, I truly thought I should go to a herd, but I dont want to just be another herd mare. she paused to scan the mares, who were herd mares before returning her gaze to Phaedrus. I think I would prefer a busy kingdom, one that I can make friends, and stay busy in she gave a nod and stepped back to her place, she was bold and refused to look to the other mares, afraid they would be judging her.
He acknowledge her and moved onto the next task, he wanted to name a lead mare. This was an interesting topic seeming he had a foal with almost every mare here. She intently stared curious to who he chose, Besra he announced. She imagined as much, he seemed most interested in Besra always discussing politics with her. Another reason she did not want to be apart of a herd, the fact that one stallion 'owned' multiple mares and than chose one to crown. She gave a small dip of acknowledgement, she knew that her mother was friends with Besra and probably would not have any disagreements with her being crowned.
He seemed rather uncomfortable with the whole situation and was quick to gladly play with the foals. This was one thing she always appreciated him for, he treated her like his daughter even though she was not by blood. He playfully nipped them and even included her causing her to laugh. She stepped back and allowing him to play with the foals, looking down to Sheba who pounced down from the tree she rested in. Playfully swatting her paw out to Josie, she gently nudged the feline dont forget about me when I leave she quickly whispered to her feline friend. Unlike these foals, she had no one to grow up with so Sheba was her best friend. Josie outgrew the cat in size, but at heart she will always remain her friend. She would have to return and visit just to see her Sheba.
Josie
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