Wichita found herself in a place she didn't frequent often, the field. She had scarce wandered anywhere outside the Gates since the incident with Khaos, but today was different. She had to simply suck it up and move on with her life, or else she would likely have no life at all.
The butter colored mare trekked with foal in tow, her lavender and robins egg blue mane adding a candy effect to her appearance. The little filly next to her was solid black, gangly, and shy. The cub clung to its mother's side, trying not trip itself over its own feet. Wichita had decided to try her hand at recruiting, she was nice enough so that wouldn't be a problem, but she was terribly uncompetitive.
She looked for a long while, gathering the courage to approach one of the stray horses. Finally catching sight of one she liked, a lovely thing, streaks of silver or teal glinted upon her body. What a pretty colorshe thought, whickering merrily, she was pleased with herself. "Come on Tioga, let go talk ta that one over there."she indicated the multicolored bay with a nod of her sunshine dial.
She pulled up short, having taking so long deciding, two other mares had beat her to the punch. It was also, awkwardly to her displeasure, that she noted her error. What she had taken for a multi-hued mare was actually a stallion. She wished she could disappear, to take back her approach, still very untrusting of males. She was here though, everyone could see her, so stay she must.
She was rigid and uncomfortable, Tioga digging into her creamy barrel, but she spoke."Hello there, I'm Wichita from the Gates, nice to meet ya. This here is Tioga."gesturing to the black babe. She dipped her head to the other mares, one a patchwork cloak with wings, the other a stark grey.
