as I wandered the forest, the green leaves among, i heard a wild flower singing a song

the worry and discomfort in vita nova’s voice makes her own heart clench with worry. she was sure the younger mare had never intended for something like this to happen. a part of her was just terribly relieved warsaw had not come for her. this only made her feel guilty. what kind of friend did that make her? perhaps she should have tried harder to end their conversation in the common… it was too late now however, and the chips had fallen. she had no doubts that this wouldn’t be the last time the large grey stallion tried to interfere.

it is a different side of shamwari she sees now, one she has only seen one time before that she can remember. when kasabian had come on an errand to the prairie. she admires this strength in him, admires how unlike warsaw he is. he is kind, strong, and straightforward. no tricks. no danger. his son appears to be much the same. while his words come down hard, she knows he only seeks to know what he deserves. she is grateful for his protection.

with a small but determined voice she steps forward, to vita nova’s side, and corroborates her statement. with a quick glance at the larger mare she smiles gently, hoping nova realizes she isn’t upset with her, just horribly worried, nervous over the whole situation. we did deceive him but perhaps conversed too long. i would share the blame equally with vita nova if there is blame to share. he was very interested in her from the beginning, but we gave him no reason to pursue either of us… she glances up at shamwari and his son, who stands proudly at his side and she shivers again, trying to rid herself of the prickling feeling she gets when she thinks of warsaw.

p e t a l

mare : 5 : perlino dun : arabian mustang mutt : 13.3 : kafkaesque

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