božena was pleased to see her call answered so quickly. despite the air of confidence she usually exuded she couldn’t help wanting to get introductions over with and get settled in if she was welcome. a smile crept to her features as she watched the pale figures descend to her, clearly mother and daughter. her own family and home was locked out of her thoughts. she did not want to appear weak.

when the pair had reached her, the taller of the two introducing them both the tall black mare nodded her head respectfully. she was glad to have the opportunity to meet them both at once and even gladder to know that this was the leader of the herd. there was a strength in the pale splashed mare that božena knew well. a determination not to fail. she could see it in the glint of her eye, the way she carried herself proudly. from what little she could gather from the moment, she guessed they would get along quite well.

after a polite bob of her head to klara she turned her dark eyes back to oswin. she replies in broken english, her voice strong and as even as she can manage as she mentions losing everything she once knew. happiness is mine. i come from long away. my domov…my place is gone. rodina… gone… no family. no home. now i need a new place. i stay here if you allow she isn’t sure how this herd works. her own culture had been more traditional, all herds lead and protected by stallions, but different in that the matriarch of the herd still played a strong role, some were fierce bojovníci, warriors, like her own matka. she doesn’t come here without something to offer. it would be dishonorable. she adds in return i am your bojovník. i fight for you. i am very strong. i repay you.