trechery (and all herd)

[Cryil]

The loudly colored mare can not help but smile at her new friend Ohio. A smile moves across her lips as her green eyes seek the ones of the chimera mare, enjoying her company but she does not attempt to keep her composure as her eyes slit at the cremello mare when she tugs at Ohio's mane aggressively. Cryil snorts in response and so they large bellied woman realizes that she is overstepping her boundaries. Cryil does not appreciate the uncalled for bites. Her focus follows the hefty mare run off maniacally to drink come ice water before Cryil looks to Furrow, her features softening as she greets the gentle mare with her own delicate brush with her muzzle.

Cryil has not noticed that Pot had slunk up behind the small group but she does notice when the mare slumps off to some place...possibly to sulk? Cryil attempts to keep from rolling her eyes and instead shrugs it all off and returns her attention to Trechery and the others as the smile returns. This herd was her family and Cryil was going to make sure to get off on the right hoof and be sure to get to know the women.

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