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[Marlyn]

The mahogany mare stands off as to not crowd the other but she is pleased to see the cracked woman find her feet. The frown that twists her face, furrowing her features. Marlyn opens her mouth to say something but instead hushes as the other starts to speak in response to the spotted woman's inquiry.

But there is nothing of value in the short statement. The poor thing hasn't a clue who she is. (Pregnancy has seemed to soften the former queen.) One foot draws her closer, balancing the weight of her growing child. "I'm Marlyn..." she starts before the sound of another animal, a mare it appears, through the slender stalks of saplings, "you know her?" Dark eyes narrow slightly at the pale woman as Marlyn instinctively (ugh, hormones!) steps in front of the confused mare. Yes, 'mom' and 'Joscelin' both are registered by the tall mare but it was still to be confirmed. The white masked mare throws a glance towards the other female. "Joscelin? Is that your name?" Marlyn stands waiting for an answer, her eyes returned to to alabaster mare, features neutral but watching.

It may be possible that Marlyn is being over zealous but she has lived in Beqanna long enough. Many things are not what they seem. She does not act aggressively but merely protective of a wounded animal thought it wasn't a physical injury. Marlyn notes the other mare's size, the toned frame, the wise eyes that lay prettily in her porcelain head but it was still best to be safe and so she waited for the mahogany mare's answer.

Marlyn