So her father hadn’t told Jetta’s mother he was leaving the islands. Oswin had never saw fault in her father and even now, she felt her mind stir with something telling her he must have had his reasons, but she’d rather not think about it at all. In time she would grow to find there were others on the islands that were sorrowed by the absence of Valentine, but if nothing else, at least she had family. Having grown up in the structure which she did, nothing was more important to Oswin.

Well, except justice.

She gentled toward Jetta all the same, wanting to step forward and loop her neck over her sister’s for a familial embrace, but wondered if it was too soon. Oswin reminded herself they’d only just met and though she knew she’d do anything her sister asked of her, the relationship was likely too fresh for impactful physical contact. So the gold and white mare remained where she stood, but smiled, her blue eyes shining as she looked into the white-masked face of her sister.

“I’m glad I’m here too, and I’m glad you’re here.” She said, honestly. Having made the decision to leave her family and return to the islands was clearly the right call to make. If she’d never done it, she would have never met Jetta and something was telling her this was a moment of significant importance. Oswin brightened with a wider smile and a quick bob of her head. “I would love to meet your mother!” Oswin said honestly, not yet realizing she’d failed to connect the dots to the moment the gaggle of mares and relatives who’d once visited the Prairie as Inka and some of her half-siblings.

“I’m glad we have each other.” Oswin said, her smile still bright.