There were some that said that the palomino splash had been born to be a leader, with the way she had guided her mother through whatever trials and tribulations awaited them, and as she had so easily taken up the banner of a woman more skilled in battle than she could have ever hoped to be... but they were wrong. Perhaps, as Irvosat stood amongst the others and happened to carry her head the highest and seemed to be less built like a woman and more built like a soldier, she could easily have stepped into the rule of being a leader, but instead she was more interested in doing whatever she pleased.

So the illusion of the mountain rising to meet her feet when she walked was an unreal and strange sensation. With every step she took, she was greeted with a loud ovation of clattering rocks that skittered across the shale surface of the mountain, and when the wind tugged at her main, it seemed only to push her in the direction that she was already going, as if giving her an eager hand when she partook in her daily hikes up and down the mountain side. Whether it was to observe the delicate, warm beauty of the sun rising and falling, or to stare down on the clouds that blanketed the islands and covered the rest of the land with snow or rain, Irvosat could be seen coming and going whenever she pleased, but almost always on schedule. She almost always had somewhere to be.

Even when the peak had seemed to be rather uninhabited, and she felt as though her only company was the sound of her voice echoing off the stony walls of the not so distance mountain, she had never stopped her habits to sulk in solitude.

She instead wandered.

So it was strange, that for once, her wanderings had brought something right to her door step. As she was returning from an early morning jaunt up to the tip-top of the mountain to see what the sun had to offer today, she caught the gentle call of another woman, one that had seen her long before she had seen them. Turning to face the sound, her hind end was still standing on the slope, her front hooves having only just met solid, smooth ground. Looking somewhat unbalanced as she stood with her rear end much higher than her shoulders, she walks forwards to greet Hemlock, smiling softly in greeting. “You look to have taken the long way up.” She says, noting the rather tired and bedraggled appearance of the sooty mare. “I remember battling the incline.”

Her voice is smooth, as she is in good humor having seen a glorious sunrise and having found a familiar face showing some sort of interest in her well beloved home. “Welcome to the peak.” Irvosat says honestly, turning her head to the left to look over the careless view that the great height of the mountain offered to all that passed through this small meadow.

mare, palomino overo splash, ee aa nCr nO nSpl, and 15hh.