Dickere was relieved to know that neither she nor Hickere would be in any sort of trouble for visiting the neighboring stallion. She had to keep reminding herself that things were different here. There may be a small hint of similarity from stallions bordering set territories and keeping herds of mares to themselves but it wasn’t nearly as violent or strict as home had been. Eventually she hoped she might adjust and understand what to do and what not to do, as well as what repercussions to expect should she behave wrongly. Not that Dickere would purposefully behave with wicked intentions. Everything she did was making up for a reaction to emotions (she mainly acted before she thought, especially in situations that dealt with Dock) rather than a purposeful desire to be bad.
Dickere only gave the slightest nod to her head at Lyden’s words to her past. It was the life she was used to and it was strange to think that not all stallions were as cruel as her father had been. It was even strange to think of her father as cruel. She blinked and stored the thoughts away for another time, not yet ready to face them.
“She hasn’t said anything about it,” Dickere commented on the subject of Hickere’s mother’s death. “But I noticed her sadness for a little while. She seems to be doing better here.”
The conversation changed with ease – the way conversations did when you spoke with someone you were comfortable with. Dickere had an ear on Lyden as he spoke, and an eye as well, watching as the handsome stallion told her of his sister. “I’m sorry for your sister and nephew’s loss,” Dickere said softly and reached, her muzzle gently tapping his shoulder as an expression of comfort. She pulled her neck back and watched as he continued to speak. “Perhaps she went wherever Sirius went?” She suggested. If it were back in the oak grove, Valentine would not have only taken Sirius’ home, but his mare’s as well. Here, again, things were different. Perhaps Claire had the choice and went with Sirius. She frowned, thoughtful. “Valentine seems kind, like the stallions here; I do not think him the sort to chase away a pregnant mare.” It was not said in heated defense of Valentine’s judge of character, but more as an afterthought. Truly, Dickere did not know Valentine.
“Perhaps one day I can meet your family.” Dickere smiled, thinking of meeting them. “I’m certain I would like them very much, if they’re anything like you are.”
of the forest
black sabino [aa Ee n/Sb1], fourteen.three hands, arabian cross filly, two years old, played by pirate |