Jabberwocky won't be around for a while, I'm afraid. As the words sink in, she does not let the surprise contort her face. She had only met him once, she would call him a friend, but that was it. Did you know him well? She turns her petite face towards his. "No, I really didn't know him. I am fairly new to the Ridge. I was waiting for someone, but he is not important anymore." The words leave her mouth, and rush of warmth flows to her cheeks. She should not of told him that, he might send her from the Ridge. For once she had found a home that she actually wanted to stay in.

As Asche turns to look at her full on, for a moment she is afraid he is angry, but his voice is filled with concern. She offers a smile as he asks about her being here by herself. "Yes, I have been. It is not as lonely as you think, Asche." Her smile grows, she has found that when she is the most quiet is when the jungles come alive. She dares to reach her pink nose forward to bump his, she lets it rest there for a moment until she retreats. His scent lingering. What was it about this man that intrigues her? Why would he show compassion for a stranger?

Most of the stallions she had encountered only wanted her for the color of her pelt, for the rarity of her beauty. She sighs at the thought, would he question her past? The darkness that hides beneath her sweet facade? She swivels her head away from him at the thought, if she stayed would he allow Zaida to visit? So many questions, but she does not ask one of them, until she was sure that it was the right time.