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Listening to the doe's reasoning behind her refusal, Sitareh reconsidered her last line of optimistic thinking, her brother suddenly standing foremost in her mind as she went back over their conversation. If one was born with something, did that mean it only stuck to them and no one else? Surely if tree-speak could be learned, Hallon would have been an ideal student. Not that he seemed to mind relying on her to translate, but it certainly would have made things more entertaining for the both of them. The revelation alighted on her divided attentions, blindly stretching first one way and then the other, but failing to linger for very long after that. The shushing sound of autumnal leaves stroking her head distracted the foal automatically, so reminiscent of her mother's soothing gesture that it was instantly associated with the tree-bound mare, with the task she'd taken on and nearly left unfinished. "Okay," she breathed agreeably, not referencing any one exchange in particular, but allowing for the entirety of the meeting to be labeled as such. Besides, Calixte had only said that it was a birthright, not that she wouldn't continue to try and find the ability in herself. Sitareh may have been a stranger to anything involving discipline, but perseverance was her bread and butter, the means by which she fashioned reluctant acquaintances into lifelong friends. It was dogged willingness, not some string of vague, inheritable talent, that made things work out the way people wanted, at least as far as she was concerned.

"You were!" Sitareh informed her, the answer a beat too late to matter as she watched the dappled mare vanish into the trees. It was hushed in the aftermath of such animated discussion, save for the trickle of water over its jealously guarded stones, the songs of birds a fair distance off. Her pulse beat down through her hooves in anticipation of movement, the curling dampness that clung to her lips and her tail drying little by little, yet she remained stationary for a few beats longer. The heat was already abating somewhat with the sun's decline, a fact that hardly meant her findings were any less worthy, knowing that the night would usher in its own version of relief. A crackle of nearby twigs snapping underfoot echoed thunderously loud after the easy melody of her surroundings, striped ears perking to listen, recognizing her father's inevitable gait as he drew closer to her location. The filly shot one last glance to the low, jittering boughs where her teacher-student had retreated, then whipped about with a happy call to tell her dad the good news.