Arachne
She smiled at Soljor’s words, listening intently, wondering what it would be like to experience what he was speaking of. I would enjoy that season, spending time with their little bundle of joy. OH, things would be getting so much better here soon. She just hoped that she would be able to deal with the cold throughout the rest of the winter season. Maybe it just meant that she would have to spend time cuddled up to Soljor more often to stay warm. Moments after he spoke, before she was able to respond to him, a male she had never met before came up upon them. She had smelled him nearly all over the place, and so out of pure respect she dips her head as he walks up to them. He speaks to just Soljor alone, and she can respect that, they have their own business to deal with so she keeps her mouth shut as they speak. Soon another walks into the group, a bay mare who, too looked as if she was expecting. Arachne expected a warm welcome, hoping that the expectant mothers in the herd could well, bond. But the look that she saw on the mare’s face as she came closer suggested otherwise. Arachne finds herself stepping away slightly at the look in the other mare’s eye as she takes place next to Soljor. Yes, Arachne had heard of the vote for one of the girls to take lead, and by the looks of it her vote wasn’t needed as the mare already asserted herself as such. She introduced herself as Fly, and Arachne dips her dial slightly before speaking. “I’m Arachne.” She speaks softly, not only to Fly, but to the second in command as well. Arachne found herself silently wishing she had not shown up. It was obvious by the bay mare’s actions that she was more then not okay with her, for whatever reason. The gray and white mare really didn’t know why Fly disliked her. Movement beside her showed a pale lady, much taller than herself, at her side. Dipping her head, Arachne listens to Soljor greet each of them, soon, a familiar face joins the group and Arachne smiled softly at Acelynn, glad that she knew at least one of the girls here, even though she still felt quite out of place within the group. As Soljor began speaking of the herd matters, Arachne found herself merely listening, not thinking she had enough of an opinion within the herd to say anything. Not what she was really thinking at least. She shifted uncomfortably, unconsciously stepping backward once or twice before she caught herself. She distracted herself by watching the rest of the group. |
| five, femme, dapple grey (chestnut) tobiano, the bay |
| ♥dante |