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

Wasp was too caught up in her own biased view of who this stallion was... a stranger, no less, that she didn't notice the way she puffed out her chest with pride and confidence, or the way her words seemed to tear into the poor fellow. He stood coolly and calmly as she ranted on, childishly trying to tell him what was wrong with his life. She had determined that this stallion was part of the problem - an enemy - before she'd ever met him. Her eyes fell skeptically upon him the second he appeared from the treeline. And while Requiem had showed her time and time again during this brief conversation that he meant her no harm, she still didn't believe him.

It wasn't until he asked her a question - a simple one, but one directed quite personally at her - that she shut up for a moment. Her eyes narrowed as she processed his words. She tilted her boxy, draft-like head slightly to one side. Her amber eyes looked him up and down again. She was flabbergasted by his counter to her earlier rant. It was a kind but honest response, and at the end of the day, quite valid. Several moments of silence hung thick in the air between them as she considered her answer. Wasp's dark tail flicked back and forth over her rump.

"I-I- don't know." She finally mustered, a far cry from the confidence that oozed from her lips just moments before. But she really didn't know. Requiem seemed nice enough, but he willingly chose to work for a dictator of sorts, someone who didn't second-guess inflicting harm when necessary to get his way. "I have to be able to trust my friends. How could I trust you?" She asks, her expression and demeanor softening some.

There was a part of her that wanted to trust him. It thumped against the confines of her chest with hope. All this time, she'd felt so lonely. To have made a friend, well, that would change everything. But Wasp wasn't desperate. At least not enough to risk her safety. She had been taught to be wary of stallions, and this one had yet to defend his sire's actions as noble and justified. Instead, he just tried to find some way to differentiate himself.

Her ears flick forward and at attention when he extends an open invitation to her. She nods curtly in understanding before muttering a deflated, "Thanks." She sheepishly looks to the ground for a second, feeling a warmth rise to her cheeks and a pitting feeling of guilt hang in her stomach. "My sire is from here. That's why I came." She blurts out about the Bay. "He's been gone a long time. I didn't expect to find him. But..." Her voice trails off. "I didn't really have anywhere else to go."

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