The dark mare's praise made the filly glow with pride and her forehooves tapped a merry dance across the grass in response. She was grown up. This warmth does not fade from her, but she finds herself consumed with interest at the mare's confession. Lakota's brown eyes go wide as she stares up at the Queen of the land, a tentative smile hovering on her lips.

"Woah." She mutters in response before tearing off toward the creek. Lakota, still weak from her time spent alone, stumbles more often than she had before, but still strangely finds herself winning against the larger mare. Giggling in delight at her 'victory,' the paling filly bounces to a halt near the water's edge. After a moment of self-indulgent enjoyment of her win, Lakota's gentle nature kicks in and she noses toward Vita Nova, her tone warm. "So are you."

It is then that she turns her attention to the water and with careful consideration, spreads her forelegs so she might reach the water. After a moment, she manages to drink in the cool liquid. Once the burning of her thirst is quenched and she raises from the water, the droplets trickling down her whiskered to plink back down to the surface. Ahead, a shape detaches itself from the shadows and she shrinks back at first, ready to retreat to the comfort of her new friend. This shyness dissipates as soon as she recognizes Ironclad, and her eagerness bleeds into a beaming smile. "Ironclad!"

Excitedly she noses at Vita Nova's leg while Ironclad crosses, and when he is at last close enough to talk, she finds herself confused by his words. Her head tilts as she tries to work out what he means, before ultimately eyeing Vita Nova. Surely he didn't mean that the queen might leave too?

Lakota misses the next bit of their conversation as the sight of a golden mare distracts her. This mare is unfamiliar to her and she sidles slightly closer to Ironclad, peeking beneath his body at the new arrival. When neither adult seems worried about the new mare, the greying filly softens and pokes her nose toward the new mare. Ysabel?

From this distance, it is impossible to ignore the milky scent wafting from the mare and the girl swallows hard against the lump of desire in her throat. Suddenly nervous, the girl whisks the curls of her tail over her exposed hip bones and sidles a few steps closer. Peering up with her best approximation of puppy-dog eyes, she offers her name softly. "I'm Lakota."

OOC: If you want to end it here we can <3