She’s fascinated by her daughter. Was it a sin to have a favorite child? Dacia has something that Lupei was lacking - a hidden talent besides the one that was beginning to show itself. Her little olive-green daughter is strikingly beautiful, and in her prime Astri knows she’ll surpass many a mare. Of course, this will be her downfall too, but Astri makes a silent promise to herself that she’ll teach her all she can about self-defense, and she’ll have her older, half-brother Lupei to keep an eye out for her.
Lupei. She loved her son too, dearly, but he was a stallion. He’d practically raised himself and half the time Astri was surprised he even listened to her anymore. The bond between them had long ago severed. So it was her and her little mini-me now, both trotting rather happily into the center of the meadow to catch the local news. From looking at her, you’d never guess Astri was a loyal Chamber member, or that she chose to join the army, but she’d rather keep it that way. Always have others assuming she was a gentle, motherly mare. It made the shock in their eyes when she tore them a new one so much more enjoyable.
Mother and daughter come to a halt, the young filly frisking around her in an enjoyable circle. She eats, trying to replenish what Dacia has taken from her through her pregnancy. They’re both a rather vibrant shade of green, but luckily for her daughter, she won’t be confined to that sickly shade her whole life. Astri watches her, laughing softly as the slender girl draws herself up prettily. Her own eyes glance away, wandering around the meadow to see if there are any other new mothers about. She was sick of being buried alive in testosterone.
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