Michonne

Little Bird breathed lightly but nervously as the filly, Imp, took her time before coming up with an answer. The suspense that the yearling felt was purely made up by her own mind due to the fact the small amount of foals she had ever seen had never been hurt in front of her. Another who might have placed the punishment as a fair response would not be bothered at all, but they might not even care to check to make sure she was alright. When Imp spoke it reminded Little Bird of the mares, perhaps her wait had been to form a sentence that would make her sound older than she really was. The tone she had used was also very helpful. The light yearling dipped her head slightly. "Of course," she said a bit more abruptly than necessary as the bay mare raised her muzzle from the ground and shot her a look. It made the yearling take a step or two back and consider just running off then.

Imp bounded over to her and made the decision quickly. The conversation shifted even more away from Jezibelle as she grazed and probably listened to them speak. The mare had only wanted information about her sister, which Michonne could very well understand. She remembered being the same way when her mother had left her at the bottom of the Peak. She never realized it until now that she had almost gotten over her mother's absence, although she hoped her mother would return soon it seemed unlikely that she would come back due to the amount of time that had pasted. The filly answered with a sense of confidence before her mother countered her with firm words. Little Bird guessed Imp had either been born on the Peak or at the very bottom before making the trip up and forgetting the time below. The hay colored yearling was slightly confused that if Imp had been up on the mountain for so long that she had noticed them. They could have been with the herd before, but based on the bay's short want of conversation, Little Bird thought they had been just far enough away for her not to spot them easily.

The next answer was slightly confusing to Little Bird, she did not know that there was something needed to be done that only the black mare — Impa, as the filly introduced her — could decide things on. Jezibelle stamped her hoof as Imp mentioned her fault, sending the tan yearling another step back. The white around her eyes had gone by now but she was still nervous about the look she had received. "What do you mean?" She asked another question, curious about how different the other filly's life was. "Why doesn't," her voice lowered slightly, "she know what to do?" Although her attention was focused mainly on Imp, Little Bird continued to shoot glances at the other mare as she sensed that this was a delicate conversation to be having right in front of her.

mare, buckskin roan, EE AA nCr Rr, 15.2hh wfg, volpe x governor.
played by bix.