The young mare was greeted quickly, which only made her heart beat faster. Would they like her? Or would they think her useless and abandon her too? No. The imagine of the Vulcan mare who had stood between her and the stallion when she had been so young still haunted her memories. Held high like Goddesses in her mind; Kimber hoped she could someday be like that. To be the strong image for the young. Safety, strength, and all things that were good. She had a long way to go of course, but Kimber had never lacked determination.


“Hello” she greeted the palomino painted mare, somehow managing to keep her voice from wavering. Reaching out, she exchanged breaths with her, finding she smelled just as much of salt water as Kimber did. It confused her, but as efficiently as she was to offer a name, Oswin explained why. “My name is Kimber. I just arrived here, hoping to join.” The painted girl said before managing to glance over her shoulder. Of course she didn’t see Askold anywhere, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t.


“I’ve brought a friend.” She said, looking back to Oswin. “I hope that is okay? He is pretty much a ghost, but the only family I have.” As much as it would crush her dreams, if Askold could not stay, then Kimber would not stay either.