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

The rush of adrenaline she feels from hearing her mother's name on this stallion's lips is dizzying. She's flushed - a sudden heat rises through her, warming her all over. She's antsy, shifting her weight back and forth over all fours. Wasp knows her behavior is giving herself away, but she can't seem to control herself. This is the first glimpse she's had about her mother - that she could still be alive - in some time. Wasp stares at the stallion as he remarks about her smell. She bobs her head once, curtly, as a way of acknowledging the obvious but doesn't belabor the point. Both Macabre and Wasp had spent a great deal of time out of their home recently. Despite the physical differences in their paths as of late, their bond by blood was clearly undeniable - even by strangers.

He speaks again and Wasp allows one ear lobe to flick forward and then the other. She finds his words curious, and calculated. But he seems honest enough. And what he speaks of certainly sounds like Macabre. "Not yet." She says, drawing out her words in a wishy-washy way. "We expected them to be gone for some time, given the work they have ahead of them." She says with a sharp flick of her dark, wavy tail. "I suspect Macabre told you this because she wasn't sure if she could trust you."

The young mare's amber eyes settle on the stallion now, waiting to gauge his reaction. Thus far, he seemed content to be in her company. Wasp took note of how he reacted to her earlier compliments. "But you seem trustworthy to me." She stares at the stallion for a moment longer, then lets her gaze linger over her surroundings.

"I do hope you don't mind if I stick around for a day or two. I can pay my way - and help out with whatever you need." She says, her gaze still trailing off into the jungle in the distance. "I've never seen Atlantis before. It's.... dazzling."

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