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

Shortly after Wasp's quick and casual greeting, a second mare appeared. The leaner, shorter grullo's interest was reserved almost exclusively for the older draft mare, and Wasp eyed them both curiously. She quickly felt out of her element here, small even, despite her title and lifelong connection to the Peak. Both of these mares seemed like they knew more than what they were letting on.

Nevertheless, Wasp stood coolly in their presence, attempting to discern their purpose and intention. Both seemed to be fairly familiar with the land. It made Wasp's stomach churn tight with interest. So many had left the Peak but returned lately. It was almost like a renaissance period for the Vulcan herd, to have so much institutional knowledge back among their ranks. Adelheid, of course, was one. So was Jetta.

She offers the shorter mare a short-lived but polite smile and a gentle bob of her head when she apologizes. But then the attention returns, or perhaps more accurately, is commanded by the draft mare standing between them. The mare offers up a few names, legends Wasp knows but had no met personally. A shiver runs down the length of spine as her curiosity grows. "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news. But Inka passed several years ago. Anath has been gone for some time, too." She offered in explanation. "But Adelheid, our Codebreaker, is here."

Wasp studied them both then, even taking a step closer, when Impazienza offers her name. It rings with familiarity in her ears. "I am Wasp, the daughter of Macabre." She said with a warm nicker. "Welcome home both of you."

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