The sound of the stallion causes Cholena’s heart to leap in her chest, knowing she had been caught where she wasn’t supposed to be. Head turning, she watches as he approaches, only his words instantly make her ears pin tightly against her poll. An upgrade? Hardly. He further digs a hole for himself insisting upon a foal. As if she would be so careless if she had one. Cholena was just about to let the stallion know just how rude she thought he was, when another stranger appeared. Though this one seemed to be taking up for her? But she still narrowed her blue eyes at him in suspicion.
“I’m looking for my sister.” she stated, tail snapping irritably at their behaviors. While one thought she was a careless mother (did her body look like it had carried a foal?!) and the other thought she was dense enough to come to the Commons without looking elsewhere first. Yet, Cholena can’t help but let one ear tip forward, a small flare of hope briefly growing in her chest. “Maybe you’ve seen her? A blue roan with a white face by the name of Gitch.” Cholena was both scared for her twin, and angry. After she found her, and made sure she was all in one piece, she was certainly going to get a piece of Cholena’s mind for leaving her behind.
mare | mutt | Bay Dun Roan | 15.3hh