she laughs heartily, despite her melancholy, when her soft dark eyes spy isla tearing along the shoreline to greet her. Pidgeon closes the last few steps between them, prancing as playfully as the child, before reaching out with her speckled muzzle to nudge the filly’s shoulder. she lets out a chuckle, turning her dainty head to look back toward her exasperated friend. ”you are getting very fast…. pretty soon I don’t know how your mother will ever keep up.”

pidgeon returns grier’s familiar greeting, grinning in kind. even though there was a glum feeling in the pit of her stomach, seeing her sweet friend brought her comfort. if there was one creature on the earth who she could speak her mind to, it was gier.

it hadn’t occurred to her that the cause of her unrest could merely be the season, but seeing little isla brought the thought to the forefront of her mind. was it really just lust? was it solely her body that was desperate for some kind of change? it didn’t seem possible.

settling beside her painted friend, pidgeon can’t help but hesitate. she chuckles at isla who is trying without much luck to subdue her excitable nature, before coming to the realization that she would have to put to words her thoughts sooner than later. a soft huff leaves her lips before her clear voice sounds, a note of desperation in it. ”i’m… i’m just not sure anymore Grier. I’m trying to be happy… It’s not so bad here. I just feel like there’s got to be something more….” she admits this a little defeatedly, hoping the words wouldn’t be taken personally. grier and isla are the only things that keep feeling any happiness at all lately.