She accepted the gesture of greeting from her non-niece with a returning nuzzle, fire eyes settling on the black shape of the horse that the girl so affectionately patted. She had no love for animals, there was no need — the only one that had ever impressed her was the beautiful jungle cat of the Auxiliary — but she could appreciate the work they were capable of doing. This one was young, however, and she gave it no mind as she turned her attention fully to the growing Eternity woman. "Good afternoon." One androgynous hand ruffled her own mop of short locks, weight leaning more firmly against the fence.
"Es tu...padre aquí?" She phrased the question with careful consideration for the tone of her voice; she didn't want to appear eager to see him, that would be embarrassing to the woman who was so adamant of the man's uselessness. What excuse could she have to seek him out? The horses, of course — she disliked them, but they proved their use, and Larkspur would be the one to speak to in regards to procuring one. That was, if anyone asked. With the apparently rotten luck that had brought Xochime back into the fold, it was twice as easy for any to assume less savory things about the woman's uncharacteristic desire.
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