Jetta

With the sudden knowledge that this stranger before her was her relative, Jetta was suddenly hyper-aware of every one of Oswin's features. She saw the young mare's more petite height and build, which alluded to a mother that was much more delicate in appearance than her own; she saw the mare's blue eyes, so like her own, as well as the white markings creeping up her face and legs that they had apparently both inherited from their sire. They shared blood, and the evidence was staring her right in the face. Jetta, already weak and dizzy from her climb up the mountain, felt her mind swimming with this information, and had there not been a strong surge of adrenaline holding her upright, she may well have toppled over right then.

Her laugh was softer and breathier than Oswin's, but filled with no less joy. She smiled brightly at her new sister; her heart was thumping so hard, it felt as though it was going to leap out of her chest. "Yes, actually," she replied eagerly, bobbing her head. "I have a younger sister called Adelheid, though she never got to meet Valentine. The last time I saw my mother she was pregnant with another too, and she'll have given birth by now, so I suppose I have another brother or sister that I haven't met yet. I mean, that we haven't met yet. What about you?" Her smile brightened momentarily. Like Oswin, family to Jetta was everything; now that she knew they were sisters, she had no intention of letting her slip out of her life.

After a moment her smile fell, and one of Jetta's ears flicked back as a sudden memory came to her. "I just remembered - have you seen our father recently? The last time we went to the prairie he wasn't there. That was about a year ago, I think."