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

The sides of the mare's barrel deflate as she heaves a great exhale. Relief washes over her as Liland speaks calmly and kindly, offering her protection and the time she needed. The stout half-draft mare bobs her weary head in acceptance, and a short smile crosses her whiskered lips. "Your generosity is much appreciated." She says with another flick of her damp tail.

Wasp repeats her word choice again in her mind and feels a sudden tightening at her throat. She sounded so much like her mother in this instance - diplomatic and polite. Had those words ever been used to describe her before? Certainly not with her generally pushy, independent nature and mostly anti-social behavior. But Wasp wasn't in a position to pick a fight. She needed to rest. And perhaps the bold filly was growing up. Tact, it seemed, could be just as useful as brute force.

The mare takes notice of the way Liland mentions the Inlet. She finds this curious, but chooses not to immediately ask about it. Instead, she follows the Fjord stallion when he offers to lead her toward the rest of the herd and away from the chilly shoreline. "So have you been on Tinuvel long?" She asks, as her wide and chipped hooves follow down the path of the shorter stud. "I've been here once before, but not since I was a filly." She admits, hoping to make conversation.

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