Lost Creek Hollow ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year

sooo sorry for the wait D:

"i'm mona," the firebrand replied, smiling gently at the pretty newcomer. noting how dawn had taken the role of gracious hostess, one the mayfair herself should have assumed given their places in the ranks, she returned the brush of her plume and nodded. "i've ... been a bit under the weather. food would help."
stepping forward, the girl lowered her slender muzzle to unearth a wood dove from the cache, glancing with murkwater curiosity toward dawn as she backed away. nodding toward the remainder of the contents, mona sought to encourage the other to take whatever she wished, if she was indeed reticent about such things.