i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

-----Despite her short stay in the Forest, Zhenya had found a companion in the buckskin queen. Even if they had only ever had brief conversation, the tobiano had found Jormungandr's company pleasant. It was just a shame that they had not been able to bond more; Lyden had decided to trade her off to Soljor, who had then decided to trade her off into the hooves of Felony and the Lagoon. While she didn't mind, and actually somewhat enjoyed the adventure it brought, she found herself longing for a steady companion, someone to talk to when she seemed to have no one else. Which wasn't entirely true - she supposes she could have just as easily visited the Peak and looked for Impazienza, but she didn't want to get herself into trouble with Felony so quickly, so she set her sights on the Forest instead.

-----She made her way back into her former home, skillfully dodging Lyden and the others. She was in no mood to be confronted by anyone other than the mare she was looking for. The tobiano mare quickly located and latched onto the lead mare's scent, following it to where it was strongest. She found the buckskin alpha grazing contently with her son, who had seemed to grow (he probably had) since the last time they met. As she approached, she let out a friendly nicker, not wanting to startle the white-faced mare. She hoped Jormungandr would receive her well and in a friendly manner. She never knew what kind of things Lyden had said to her after she had gone.

-----"Jormungandr." Zhenya says with a friendly smile. "It's nice to see you again. How have you been?" She glances down at the odd-eyed colt. "He has grown since I last saw him." She had never been a mother herself, and had no intentions of ever bearing children, but she had witnessed foals grow up, and knew they grew like weeds and never seemed to stop moving and getting into trouble. Just a few reasons Zhenya was not interested in becoming a mother - far too much work, and having to carry a living creature inside herself for so long just made her skin crawl. Of course she always gave kudos to those who could raise children year after year. She simply was not one of them.

five. georgian grande. buckskin tobiano [Ee/Aa/nCr/Tb]. pippa