a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be

Wasp cocks her chiseled head to one side as she studies the twins, their matching red-brown bodies and blonde manes and tails. They looked a lot like her mother, much more than she did, and the meeker filly in the back certainly reminded her of some of Macabre's characteristics. The dark bay filly made mental note of this, and decided that perhaps knowing Macabre could do this filly, Madison, some good one day. Wasp felt lucky, well most of the time, to have a mother like Macabre. She wasn't too selfish not to share.

The filly's attention shifted from the twins, as Marcelo introduced himself and his sister to Klara, a late arrival, but a peculiar one. Wasp flashed the cremello filly a bright smile and bobbed her head playfully. "I'm Wasp." She said finally, the last to introduce herself. "That's my mom back there, Macabre." She said, finding it useful to pin children to their mothers, here. Macabre stood not too far in the distance, grazing on brittle grass and steadfastly watching over Wasp as she played with the others.

Marcelo was the most interesting of the bunch to Wasp, at least in this moment. He was chatty and charismatic, clearly comfortable in a group. Wasp had yet to meet a boy in the Peak, so the fact that he lived here was interesting to her. As he listed off a variety of games for them to play, Wasp looked over at Klara again, gauging her interest and whom would likely be her competition in any format of game they were to play. She seemed to be about her age and was lean with long legs. Wasp wondered briefly if she could beat her in a race. "Queen." Wasp said, her tail wagging exuberantly again. "Queen of the mountain sounds perfect."

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