The pecking order of herds was completely lost on Sehrish. A long time ago, when she still lived with her parents and all her young siblings, there had been no pecking order that she had known of. The only males she had ever had the chance to meet were her brothers and her father- none of which were as timid or careful as Indian Hemp. She came from a land where they were carefree and happy, contented with the sun on their backs and the sand shifting under their feet.

Where she had come from, nothing was complicated and confusing, nothing was intricate or well-planned. Things happened because they happened, and no one seemed to be bothered at all by it. Even Sehrish, as she was ignorant to all the sadness in the world, she had been unbothered by some of the things that she had seen. She had never experienced loss or any sort of unhappiness in her birth herd, but she had once been plagued with a terrible case of boredom. That had been the one thing that was plentiful in her homeland. At least once a day, the children would find themselves creating new games to play amongst themselves while the others were splayed out in the sun or trying desperately to fit into the shade of a lone tree in the desert.

Chase the bug. Find the buried stick. See who is first to the watering hole.

“Last one in's a rotten egg!”

All those fun things.

So naturally, as pecking order appeared to be established in more sophisticated societies like this one, she was completely oblivious to Indian Hemp's reasons for almost avoiding the herd. When he explains the situation to her, she looks concerned and furrows her brow (if she had eyebrows, of course) in contemplation. “Can I meet them?” She thinks that only the appaloosa stallion is restricted from integrating with the large herd that the other stallion had gathered for himself, and that she was free to do as she pleased, much like she had been when she was a child. Smiling, she moves to nibble absentmindedly at the hair in the middle of her gently sloped back.