You were only waiting for this moment
To be free
They gather when the weather starts to turn, everyone having ample time to let their foals figure out their new legs and explore the space around them. From the looks of it, Besra seems to have been outnumbered in the child department, but she can’t even begin to be upset because for her, all affection lies with Gyps. Her sleepy little girl is growing rapidly - much too fast for the roan mares liking, but she’s growing all the same. There’s only the soft feel of her nose on her daughter’s dark hide as the child finishes a quick breakfast, no time for sadness on this day. “To see your siblings, and talk about grown-up things.” The silver mare replies, making her way through the golden sheaves of swaying grass with Gyps at her heels.
She would never exclude the girl. Treating her like a baby would only turn her into an adult version of one, so every question Gyps asks, Besra does her best to answer. In truth, she’s not sure what Phaedrus is calling them all together for, but there’s an uncomfortable nagging in the back of her mind that tells her what it’s most likely about. It was difficult for her to think about how this meeting would turn. She’d only met Zara, and briefly at that, so the chances of something turning sour were she not diplomatic in her efforts are incredibly high. Feelings could be hurt and Besra wants only to be connected with her herd sisters, not torn apart from them.
They make their way quickly enough and before long, the blue-haired mare and her daughter are among the crowd, easing quietly into a spot near Zaravich and her daughter, Josie, who’s grown into quite the striking lady herself. Besra notes the absence of a youngling there, but keeps her mouth tightly closed, only offering the bump of her nose against the dark mare’s shoulder in a mild greeting. Phaedrus begins to speak and he and Josie determine her future, one that Besra highly approves and smiles broadly at when the girl chooses to serve a kingdom. She remembers her own choice to join a herd and knows that Josie will come to find exciting things in the wilds of Beqanna.
When Phaedrus’ conversation turns and suddenly ends with her, Besra finds herself rather uncomfortably thrust into the spotlight. It’s not until Zara physically touches her that the roan blinks, coming back to the present and turning with a quiet face to offer her thanks back to her herd member. She moves forward, turning to face the others with a kind eye and a solid stance. “I want this.” She begins, head turning slowly so that she can eye each of Phaedrus’ mares. “But not for glory. I want this so I can see us become closer, so that each of you never have to fear competition outside of these lands, or within them. There’s power in numbers and if we can join together, there’s no telling what we could accomplish.”
Her eyes flicker to where Phaedrus and the foals play, a low breeze sweeping past her legs to ruffle her tail. With a smile she turns back to the rest, proud of what they’ve all brought to life here. “I’ll need your help, your friendship too. Can I count on you all?” She asks, head tilting with the statement. Without them, she was nothing. Golden Plains would be nothing. She needed them as much as they needed her, and she would never forget it.
Besra
ooc: Totally fine Sapphire!