The buckskin mare listens silently and politely as Blackmore responds to her. It's a nice story he tells her, and his brother seems endearing, but she can't help but notice that what he tells her has nothing to do with the person she had asked about. She's smiling politely, as not to appear rude, but she scrutinizes the immense stallion with her bright amber eyes. She wonders silently what he had refrained from telling her, but decides that now is probably not the best time to ask, and she can just give him the same treatment. "I was an only child. When I was little, I ran away from my parents because I thought I knew everything there was to know." Svetlana can't help but laugh, thinking back on the memory. In all actuality, she had been a spoiled brat with territory-ruling parents who would have given their lives for her -- the equivalent of the human world's rich mommies and daddies -- and she hadn't cared, or even tried to.

"I think I turned out alright, though." She gives a small, nonchalant shrug as her short soliloquy comes to a close. She's briefly overwhelmed with a feeling of nostalgia, thinking back to her parents, but she doesn't allow herself to follow that train of thought for too long and so turns her full attention back to Blackmore. He doesn't appear inclined to say anything else about himself, so Svetlana motions to the ocean that lay at the bottom of his tall ridge. "Is there any way to get down there?" Her expression is quizzical, her lips turned up in what could resemble excitement. For as long as she could remember, she fancied the sea more than anything else. The spray of the ocean against the ridge was a wonderful sound to her, and the salty breeze that occasionally splashed over the pair was what Svetlana could blame her good mood on.

She shifts her weight, feeling suddenly restless. She tosses her buckskin head, sending her tangled black mane this way and that as she waits for Blackmore to respond.