Hoshor Plains dawncloud

Chickadee made a good point; they didn't need to teeter around the topic, and maybe talking about it would help them all come to a solution. I know, she said, huffing. It just ... hurts. My own anaa does not see my side and is choosing his. She'd always thought she'd have her mother to count on, but that wasn't the case. She rubbed one of her temples and shook her head; there had been an attempt.

A distraction presented itself when the conversation was taking a turn for the worse. Ariadne perked and turned her attention towards the herd, searching for what Chickadee had spotted. Finally, after what felt like forever, she spotted it: it was hooved and leggy. Is that a horse? she asked, unsure.