She wouldn't be a filly for much longer, and she was still trying to decide what she wanted to do with her life. Of course all of her sneaking about gave her a pretty good idea of what she was going to do, but it wouldn't hurt to try other things. Healing was on the bottom of her list for sure since she couldn't give two shits of someone was dumb enough to get beat up. Whining grated on her nerves causing her to lash out. It wouldn't do anyone any good if she kept beating up someone that was already hurt or sick for bitching. A soft sigh ruffled from her lips as her silver speckled eyes turned to look over her pristine pelt. A warrior's life was hard and called for much more muscle than she was ever bound to have. That left two other possibilities, one of which her mind kept going back to.

Before she could go over the ideas a call rang out from her brother. Yawning she thought about ignoring his summons. 'If I learn how to patch people up I can use that...' Grinning she flipped her white streaked mane and picked up a graceful trot. Cresting a dune she didn't even pause as her eyes slid over those gathered. Her eyes shifted to two very young foals, one of which screamed of her father's blood. Her brow furrowed slightly as she looked over the young colt then the filly. "Hello fivér és nővér." She purred when she was close enough for them to hear. She winked at her older brother playfully before turning to someone more interesting. She tried to leave her siblings out of her little mind games; for the most part.

Lowering her head she smiled softly up at the gold and blue man. "Hello Iskra." She fluttered her lashes teasingly, trying to lure him into her web. She was always ready to devour any young man that was easily lured with honey words and coy expressions. Then she noticed him looking at her brother and she looked towards him as well confused. Surely Iskra wasn't on that side? To her surprise Astarot had some blood running down his leg, from three cuts. With a snort she raised her eyebrows smirking, "You don't mess around when it comes to teaching do you kedves bátyám?" She shook her head smiling softly before turning back to Iskra, "Don't worry sweetheart, they are tiny scratches, I doubt he even feels them." Her voice was a gentle purr meant only for him.

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OOC/Tags ;; Talks to everyone xD
fivér és nővér - brother and sister
kedves bátyám - My dear brother