Anath had known Impa for what felt like a long time. She was aware of the mare’s disability, the fact he couldn’t see out of her left eye. It might be the reasons he hangs on the left side of the spotted creature. The amber mare’s nose dances softly against the creature’s shoulder, just touching. Just touching. Person to person… er, equine to equine, contact was strange. Anath had been keeping to herself lately.

Bane danced her way around the three older mares. The creature was full of gusto, trying to figure out what was going on. Her eyes flick from the blue mare to the spotted, back to the champagne that looked so much like her. The foal piped up as the blue creature spoke, the one that called herself Aph. What a weird name—whose mother would call them that? What did it mean? Then again, Bane wasn’t one to talk… look at how Anath had felt about her. Still, an eyebrow quirked. ”What is this believing bull sh—“ The filly had been about to cuss, but she’s stopped short by a temporizing nip on her haunches. ”Bull dung?” Bane shot a look over her shoulder, rolling her eyes pointedly at her mother. While Anath would deny parentage, she was the one raising the foal. ”Either you are or you aren’t.”

The elder mare’s posture shifted, a sigh in her lungs. Her forehead pressed into the blanketed mare’s thick shoulder just briefly—frustration poured off the mare in waves. ”Bane, go… entertain yourself, or something. The adults are having a discussion.” Honestly, the dun’s words sound a great deal more like go play in traffic. The child was far more wild than Anath would have ever wished upon herself. She doesn’t have the patience for things like this.

”So… things have been quiet, have they not, Impa?” Anath asks offhandedly of life in the Peak. Things were generally so quiet. The filly wandered to Aphenia, sniffing at her body. The creature was still trying to get ahold of where the mare had come from, what her purpose here was.