Jetta

Jetta should have known better than to hope that, in the presence of the unfamiliar company that was Lillith and her daughter, her evident grief would be politely overlooked. Her smile dropping, she looked with weary eyes at Macabre first, and mentally debated whether she should give her the news there and then. She almost did not feel it was appropriate to bring down the mood of the group so soon, especially given that she hardly knew two of the horses here, but when the young filly addressed her and Jetta looked down to meet the girl's eyes, she knew she could not put off the topic for long. With the girl's coloration and build, it was like looking into a mirror and seeing her younger self, a younger Jetta that was so innocent she did not fear the truth.

"Everybody gets sad sometimes," she finally said, and offered the filly a kind, tip-lipped smile. "I'll be okay. What's your name, my sweet? Is this your mother?" Her pale eyes darted up to the bay mare and regarded her for a moment. There was a certain fleeting wistfulness in Jetta's expression, as though she was sorry they had not properly met under better circumstances. "It's nice to finally meet you properly. It will be good to have a little more life in the Peak." The draft mare shifted her weight, suddenly anxious, and turned her attention back to Macabre. "I am so glad you are here," she said, her voice catching as she leaned forward to press her cheek against her friend's. When she pulled away, her eyes were downcast and shining with fresh tears, and her tall frame had wilted like a dying flower.

"Something's happened... My mother, she... She's gone, Macabre."