Spades

Spades had been keeping to herself. It was clear that she wasnt happy here. Alough she didnt hide it very well. Spades finally was moving closer to the herd, the white filly was far from sticking to her mothers side. Temptest was walking a few strides behind her mother and was looking around curiously. To tell you thr truth she didnt see why her mother was so unhappy about being here. Temptest still hadnt met her father and spades was planning it keeping it that way if it wasnt for her filly.

Tyrror

Tyrror saw Spades uneasiness, but he wasn't much of the sympathetic one. Instead, he moved close to Spades, his shoulder soon rubbing against hers. "Shy, aren't we?" Tyrror questioned softly, his voice had fake sympathy in it, but...did she really notice? Tyrror stared at Temptest, snorting softly. "She is more than welcome to play with the other foals, you know. Baracola and Deprived..." Tyrror turned his head over to his two children, but both had been seperated. Baracola, Dawn's rape child and then Deprived, the heir of Opake Mountains.

Nuri

Nuri came forth as well. She was slightly watchful of her son as well as everyone else. Her gaze went to Spades and the new foal, but then went away. She heard what Tyrror said, and she looked to the two once again. Her voice came out in a silky, and like a hiss.

"We can bring the other foal out as well. Let them all play togather. I'm going to go for a walk though."

Deprived snorted comming up along with his mother. Silently he watched as she left at a canter. He stood tall and proud his dominate genes clear in every way he walked and stood. He looked to the new filly before his gaze went around staring at everyone, before comming back.

Akar came along than. With him was a mare that he forcefully herded to where Tyrror was. "Tyrror, sir, we have another mare wanting to join,"he said his eyes slightly narrowed. His voice was eerie as he spoke.

Maelie

Maelie peeked out from behind Akar, trembling. "G-good afternoon, sir." She murmured, sarcasm hinting into her voice. "And what a lovely trip I've had so far." She stepped out further, revealing her roan body and creamy mane and tail. Her brown eyes flashed as much as they could, kind as they were. She was a tender creature, not usually hard, but she was irritated by he who had brought her here. "My name is Maelie."

Spades & Temptest

Spades wasnt only shy but completely terrified of tyrror. And she was pretty sure she wasnt able to hide it anymore. When he spoke to her his tone surprised her but she didnt let go of her nervous stance. A few soft words wasnt going to fix the way she felt about him and here. Spades felt slightly comforted by his shoulder rub but she didnt know how to react. The shy mare looked over at tyrror and nodded ever so slightly.

It was plain to see what side temptest took after. Her fathers side. The sad thing is she didnt have a clue of who her father was as much as se begged and pleaded with her mother to tell her. But she was going to find out. Wether her mother wanted her to or not. When the stallion came up she turned her black face to him with a questioning glance. Looking at him for a while she looked around at the others. Her dark chocolate eyes stoped on the colt that had made his way here with his mother before she had bounded out.Nickering slightly to him her ears pricked up in his dirrection.

Maelie

The stunned fae looked up from the ground, looking at the other mare with her foal. How desperately she wanted a foal! But she had never been loved by any of the stallions she had flitted through love with-- though she had loved them with all of her heart. Each time when they left she was crushed, but her heart thrived on hope, and hope pushed her on. Shaking her creamy mane, she set her amber-brown gaze on the leader, who had yet to speak. Then her gaze shifted back to the mare. She stepped forward cautiously, stopping four feet away from the foal and its mother. "Hello." She said quietly, her sweet persona revived. "What is your name?" She asked it as politely as possible. She had been tossed around here already, and she had been here only moments. The stallion who had brought her here was much unkind. Standing tall, she composed herself, ready for her first real conversation here.