a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be

Wasp eyes the stallion behind her tired amber eyes. He is defensive, rightfully so, but does not appear to be overly aggressive. She breathes a silent sigh of relief for that. Her thick, still-damp tail swipes across her hind legs and hits the side of her haunches with a thwap as she listens to him speak. He has questions and wanted answers. That seemed sensible enough.

Liland. Wasp commits the name to memory as she buys herself some time on how to explain why she washed up here. But in all honesty, Wasp hadn't thought out her plan this far. Her strategy when she left the shores of the common lands was merely to keep swimming until she found somewhere new. The young mare knew the risks involved with such rash decision making - the elements are unpredictable, the weather and the sea, specifically. And it wasn't safe for a young, fertile mare to be traveling alone... like, ever. She can still hear her mother's incessant warnings about this playing over and over again in her mind. But again, what choice did she have? She wasn't about to wither away on the top of that lonely mountain. This was the best shot she had.

"My name is Wasp. I come from the Vulcan Peak, and I am a member of the Sisterhood." She explained curtly. From the look on the stallion's face, she could tell her must be fairly new here if he was unfamiliar with the Peak and its history among the Lost Islands. She knew better than to give more away about herself then, and chose not to tout her mother's Codebreaker title. Wasp felt a strange lump form in the back of her throat as she weighed this. Macabre's position of power had always been a point of pride for the filly. But Wasp wasn't even sure he mother was still alive. "I'm sorry to show up announced. I just washed up here and am quite tired from the journey."

She heaves a great sigh now, her eyes transfixed on the stallion as she assesses his body language. The last time she'd been alone in the company of a stallion was with Ruger, an elusive and trick stud but someone she'd ultimately befriended. Perhaps Liland would become a friend, too. But what happened next, was entirely up to him. "I would be grateful if you allowed me to rest here for a few days. I promise not to be a bother, and can aid you and your herd in whatever you need for the time being. Then I'll be on my way."

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