Satitba had inherited her mother’s ease at conversation. She liked being social. She’d forgotten how fun it was to meet new horses and find out things. She might be too trusting, of course, but that was something for life alone to teach her. However, she did notice Sable’s unease. She reached over to give her friend a reassuring nuzzle. She looked back at Freya, her blue eyes smiling.

“Weh ain’ gunna make aneh trouble,” Satitba assured the other mare. She looked at her. “Mahghd Ah beh rahght in dinken ya mahghd beh Freyuh?” This mare spoke with a lot of confidence. Probably in a position of power. She returned the other mare’s smile.

“Ac’leh ya mahght beh,” Satitba said. “Seeh, Ah knew a couple stallans dat called dis place ‘ome. Josh er Fundamen’l round here? An’, Ah wan’d ta come ‘ere cause my ma claimed Ah wus born sum’air round dese pares.”

It all just tumbled out. Satitba was hopeful that Freya had been here long enough to know something. It had been a while since she had heard or seen of Josh or Fundamental. Though, she had only met the boys once. It might be good to see how they were doing.