despite the company of the filly she guarded the peak felt as empty as a tomb. it was lonely, miserably lonely, save for the fact that they had each other at least. it was clear to see that wasp pined for her mother, as was only natural, and Božena still ached for her own family in a desperate hopeless way. she had finally chalked up the strange encounter in the meadow as a dream, or nightmare, of some sort. a figment of her imagination. the memory still lingered in her head but she found it easier to put out of her mind recently with all the training she has put herself through. the tall black mare is the picture of physical health. her body is iron, muscular and hard, from the vigorous trips up and down the mountainside and she has noticed wasp has acquired a similar hardness.

she has given the filly some space today, realizing that they both need it occasionally to be tolerant of each other. overall they get along well, but being together so often and both having such strong wills, it is best to get a break from time to time. she has wandered up high, as she often does, and watches down on the various terraces below with a sharp eye. eventually she notices the form of wasp carefully maneuvering her way down the rocky trail. further down she sees the smaller form of another making it’s way up the rugged slope side. the figure doesn’t move hastily and though appears mature, doesn’t appear to be a threat to the filly. without further contemplation, the tall black mare decides she won’t rush, but will descend to meet the pair.

it takes her some time to approach as she finds climbing much easier than going downhill, being careful not to disturb the rocks on the trail. she lets out a short quiet whinny, announcing her arrival as she draws close. she hears the worry and questioning tone in wasps voice, though she hasn’t caught the subject of their discussion. when she sidles up to the pair, dwarfing them both, she speaks unceremoniously.

a problem here? do you know each other?