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This is just sort of odd. More gather, Wessex included, which seems to be a common trend. Weaver and Wessex spend quite a lot of time together, it seems, though not necessarily turning themselves into BFFs. Or even Fs. They just sort of existed together, and that seemed like enough, as if they didn’t need anymore. Not that Weaver was very good at making friends. She is not, exactly, friendly. She does better stallions, also, than mares any day.

After a few more horses arrive, the otter starts trying to gesture, pointing at his three kids and then at an empty space. She assumes there’s a fourth kid, who should be occupying said empty space. Not that she faults him for losing track of his kid. Weaver was always disappearing, so much that her mother had given her a permanent babysitter in the form of a magical raven. Her Raven in Helovia, however, was not her mother’s. He didn’t speak with her mother’s voice (and didn’t even speak), and he didn’t have those brown eyes of hers either.

She doesn’t act right away, watching the groups as they disperse, and the otters as well. The father and one pup set off, and the black and white mare from the Basin follows. Two horses, a filly and that tiny stallion, set off after the wayward otter. And another horse offers to give the remaining otter a ride, and Weaver decides pretty quickly she doesn’t feel like hanging out with Cinderella and her animal friends over there. So she follows the father pup and Vertigo, flying instead of walking.

The decision is two fold. One, because something bad was likely to happen. Something bad always happened. And she couldn’t bring herself to let Vertigo get eaten by wolves or some nonsense. And two, because she didn’t feel like going with the other groups, which has more to do with it. She flies low, making sure she can see Father Otter and Kid 1. Her amber eyes scan the ground for MIA Kid, figuring from the sky she’s got a better vantage than she does from the ground.

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Summary: Weaver follows the father and his pup, flying low so she can better look for the missing otter as they go.

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