Michonne

Little Bird watched as Imp appeared to switch to a different personality, or maybe it was just a more in depth version on herself as she played out something she had plotted for ages. The filly turned more towards Jezibelle, though the tan yearling still listened intently as she spoke. Her voice was quite loud now and Little Bird wasn't sure if the mares in the main herd could hear them as she gave the explanation. The yearling looked at the older mare as Imp pointed out things she had not fully noticed before, adding in what appeared to be an insult or a personally experienced opinion. The tan yearling placed her bets on the former.

Jezibelle was not happy and soon revealed this fact as she spat at her young with an equally rude phrase. Laughter exploded from the red filly and the yearling blinked as she realized that the mare's words did not have much affect on the filly as the filly's words had affect on the mare. It was strange how this unique family encounter made Little Bird long more for her mother to return. The bay mare took the time to move a few paces away from the two younger horses and continue her grazing in peace. The yearling turned her attention back to the filly as she put up an act while quite enjoying herself. When finished she focused on Little Bird again with another question. "Oh." The word popped out of the yearling's mouth first before she answered. "I'm not sure. I was born in a land with grass and this awful stallion, but after a while he disappeared and my mother took me--," she paused and decided to remove the next part of her story, she was still unsure if it was real or not. "She took me here," the yearling started again, "and left. I guess I've just been here ever since on top of that hill." With her muzzle the tan yearling motioned towards her preferred place of being.

Little Bird blinked and repeated her name her mother had given her in her mind quickly, remembering that she did not want to forget it. Glancing over at the mare who was now grazing without being bothered by the red filly, the yearling looked back at Imp. "Shouldn't you maybe go and say something to her? Like, I don't know, apologize or something?" Although it seemed clear that they both did not want anything to do with each other, Little Bird was too attached to memories of her own mother. She knew (and hoped) that if her mother had not left they would be close and she felt as though her mother was the other thing she could really trust. Perhaps Imp had indeed found others that were better than her mother, but Little Bird could not confirm that. Glancing down to study the ground, she hoped she would be taken seriously.

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