Jetta

Jetta's eyes flicked between the two mares, and her expression brightened ever so subtly when she heard that Oswin would be staying for good this time. The Peak was in need of more sisters, and Jetta regretted that she and Oswin had not been able to thoroughly familiarize themselves with one another the last time her sister was here. She would make certain to remedy that soon. She had lost too many family members to take any remaining connections she had for granted.

That reminds me, she thought suddenly. I don't think Oswin knows my mother passed away.

A voice in her ear caught her attention then, and Jetta turned her head to find that Macabre had arrived. She stared at her friend in surprise for a moment, but before she could acknowledge her the new mare spoke again. "It's nice to meet you, Reyha," Jetta told the newcomer with a polite smile. Thankfully Oswin stepped in then to carry on the conversation, so Jetta took the opportunity to address Macabre.

"Hello," she greeted the chestnut mare in a hushed voice, her head low and her smile broad. Strangely, her heart was pounding. Things had not been the same between them since Inka had died; they had seen each other only a handful of times in the last few months, and now there was an unspoken distance between them for which she took full responsibility. She just hoped there was still time to mend it.

Jetta thought for a moment, then turned back to address Reyha and Oswin. "I hope you don't mind, but I think I'm actually going to go talk to Macabre privately. I'll catch up with you later." She flashed an apologetic smile, then gave the chestnut mare a meaningful glance and turned to walk back in the direction of the river.