You hear her sigh while you're busy throwing up leaves and sloshing through the muck. The damn plant's not anywhere that you can see. You turn back to touch your nose to your bag just in time to see her smirk. She answers and you shake your head before continuing your search. She seems a little upset about the whole thing. She wants to be part of the crazy group and not crazy? You don't understand. Maybe it's a communication problem on your end. It wouldn't be the first time that's happened. You don't think too much more about it, though. You're not much of a thinker unless you need to be. Right now, you've got more important things on your mind.

As she cackles at your statement you flick your tail about in irritation. She sounds just like your old herd- laughing at you for your misfortunes. If one could call it a misfortune. Like you said, you're not really sure it's a problem. At least she isn't jeering at you, calling you useless or low-life or junkie. Those things you're not. And surely the unappreciative assholes you used to live with paid for their sins anyway. The mare's lucky she stops laughing. Sure, she's helping you- sort of- but you didn't come here to meet the same horses you left.

She starts to speak again, though she's quiet. You flick an ear back to listen and you grunt your disapproval. You swing your body around suddenly. You try to move fast, but your size prevents you from going too quickly. Regardless, you make it around eventually. If she hasn't moved you're facing her now, head dipped down to her level and horns probably a little to close to her face for comfort. “They're mine. For me.” You're voice is stern, suddenly concerned that lace-face wants to use you for your plants. She's been tolerable so far, but you're not going to go about shouting about how good the plants make you feel just because she's asked. After all, the more everyone eats the less there are for you, and they're clearly hard enough to find as is.

“That bitch lied,” you say after an uncomfortably long period of silence. You've just been standing there, staring into her eyes. Are you seeing her or seeing past her? You don't know. You start shifting your body in irritation that you haven't been able to find the plant anywhere in this forest. Either she's taken all of them and stored them away or they were never here to begin with, you don't know. Or maybe you're just not looking hard enough.

@[Agrona]