The first to arrive flushes her with unease, sure she was uneasy most of the time, but that wasn’t the point. She couldn’t see the female that’s voice snaked from the foliage, just out of sight. The light falls across leaves, over vines, and through webs of stalks and branches. The smallest glimpse of spots rakes discomfort across her pelt, no matter what they belonged to, she associated them with cat. Though she had never seen a jaguar in her lifetime, she knew the marks. The only type of cat the small silvered mare had sighted herself, were mountain lions, sandy haired monsters. What little confidence she clung to was withering rapidly in the unknown creature’s presence.
The touch that falls on her withers is a confusing one. Part of her wished to melt into the male’s side, to seek shelter and refuge in his more opposing stature. The other half wanted to recoil, to flee the closeness they shared at his approach. The whole way they had shared little conversation, and even less proximity. He watched her from afar until the women had shown up, and now he was touching her. Life was confusing. Maybe she was confusing. Pregnancy only added more mountains to climb, more things to overcome. She would catch a break soon, wouldn’t she?
Something soothes her taught muscles; in the blink of an eye a familiar form greets them. The bay colored mare that had once visited her own home, Sunday. She remembers the day, she wasn’t pregnant then, she wasn’t as cautious with strangers either. Nor had she been through an ordeal that left her with strange marks around her eyes. Wichita thinks little of her sudden appearance; she receives a warm greeting, and breathes a sigh of relief. This would make their discussion miles easier, at least for her it would.
Her chocolate spheres glance sidelong at Rapscallion as he speaks, he is so blunt.Manners, she thinks, swallowing hard. ”Hey there Sunday, nice ta see ya again.” she offers, looking pointedly at dusty hued male. As if to show him, or hint that THIS was how you should behave. ”Looks like it’s our turn to do this meet an’ greet sorta stuff. How are ya’ll doing since the changes took place? How does your Khaleesi fair? Well I hope.”She does her best to not come across as nosey, simply conversational. ”Sure is nice to have the magic stipulations gone.” It is then that she notices Sunday’s bare breast, her ears falling flat.
