The girl was wound up tight. Colt wondered if the thin skin she wore would be enough to restrain the bundle of nerves for much longer. Would she split at the seams before long and come spilling out with a scream and a wash of blood? A shame, Colt thought, sniffing as she drew to a halt near the two. As interesting as that would be to see, Colt tread cautiously - she wanted this one alive, and strong.

The girl found her voice after a moment, causing the dark head Colt bore to tilt to the side with interest. Alone, a word Colt knew all too well. One could argue she'd never felt the cold shawl of loneliness since her father had always been at her side, or better said, towering over her. She would laugh at whoever said that though, as Colt never felt more alone than when she was with him.
All he could be proud of was his dick.

Arrane's words rung in Colt's mind, pulling her from the torment of herself. She shook, as though to rid the dust of her hide, when in truth it was a need to chase away her demons. Too bad they always came back, just like dust.

The stallion surprised her by using her name. Colt's head twisted around, steel gaze holding him steady for a moment, scrutinizing. Who was he? She could not recall, his name only dully drifting in her memory from this meeting. She tore her eyes away, stamping out her curiosity with a twitch of her foreleg. It didn't matter, he knew her name and that was what she'd wanted when she spoke up those days before.

Instead Colt returned her attention to lonely bay, the reason she was here after all. Arrane was good at weaving honeyed words to calm her tremors, but Colt wanted to reach even deeper into the heart of the mare. She put on her smile again, fighting with her voice to make it sweeter than the cold clang of a gun hitting the ground that it usually was. "I already know who you are," Colt murmured, her head tilting the other way to view Silver. "We are family, sister." Colt's smile only grew, her tail flicking idly at her back as if this were all a simple revelation, which for her it was. Where lying was a difficult game she played on a daily basis, this was simple truth for the brindle gunslinger. That Silver lacked horn and hooves automatically made her family, one Colt would fight for.

"And there are more waiting for you here," Colt stepped forward, her muzzle reaching out like a hand towards Silver. Grab and let's go, you'll never be alone again...
"Won't you come and meet them?"