She had seen them gather from a distance. They were all different sizes and colours, all grouping together in an almost ceremonious sort of way, waiting for the higher ranked individuals to appear before speaking. There was tradition and respect in the way they gathered, but the large numbers were intimidating and enough to make the small, speckled mare uncomfortable.

For a long while she had been uneasy with large numbers, choosing to stay outside of large groups and disassociating herself from herds. It seemed that she had decided to turn a new leaf, and with that decision came the appropriate need to socialize with others. Standing there at her polite, shy distance from the others, she heard the soft murmur of voices here and there, of horses greeting one another and welcoming children and newcomers alike to the herd. It did not escape Liit’s observation that every horse sported a horn of some sort atop their brow, and the words of the young painted mare flooded through her mind, reminding her to be careful.

Of course, before she decided to withstand the punishment of skipping out on mandatory gathering, she spotted the familiar brown and black body of Lena and watched for a moment longer. It is only the presence of the healer that goads Liit out of her hiding spot and finds her wandering closer and closer to the others, careful to stay on the side of the group that Lena stood so as to find herself next to a creature that she was most familiar with.

As she got closer, there were names mentioned- names that she did not know, and that perplexed her. She had always been aware that there was a large number of souls living in the Basin, but she had never imagined that she would start to worry herself if she did not know them by the time her stay here had become longer than a month. She knew the gilded queen and the kindly healer, both of whom had been early to arrive to the meeting, but the others were strangers. Finding her spot next to Lena, the pale speckled mare gives a little nicker in greeting before turning her dark eyes to the faces of the rest of the herd, trying to pick up names here and there as they were spoken and trying to remember the faces of those that did, in fact, partake in the meeting.