It seemed as though not only had she recently found a place that had begun to feel like home after only her first night here, but she had found something she wanted- something she was good at. Her mother, a pessimist as best, had asserted that Irvosat would be worth nothing if she did not throw her pretty genetics around through the act of breeding, and if she were incapable of being a mother or a lover to a stallion, she would be left unwanted and unloved.

Thankfully, she had proven the old wretch wrong, and even though the painted mare wanted to find her mother, to know if she was dead or alive, she had long ago decided that she could live without knowing. It did not do her any harm (though perhaps her mother would resent her for ceasing her search for her) to suspect that the grullo woman had disappeared on the winds as quickly as she had come.

Finally deciding that the object of her desire was within reach, and that it was only a matter of hours or days until she had been declared the general and protector of the peak, she had pulled herself away from the breathtaking views near the top of the mountain to the main field where the others congregated. Here there was a gentle lull, and everyone seemed to be happy going about their grazing. Irvosat was used to going unnoticed, and so she chose a spot near the edge of the group, close to where the grass turned to rock and started to slope upwards towards the top of the mountain and bowed her head to graze.

She had not been feeding for long before she appeared to catch someone's attention. A large spotted mare, one that she had only seen in passing recently, that moved amongst the group like she had been here a long time- like she had earned her stripes and she was confronting a commoner. For a moment, Irvosat twists her ears backwards at the sour thought, she resents the idea of being spoken down to, and feels as though she is about to be reprimanded for her desire to rise to a position of power. Instead, she is greeted with a name, and that is enough to bring the palomino's golden ears forwards and for her to lift her head. “Irvosat.” She manages to get out before the real conversation begins- the gentle prying of her intentions.

It felt like story time. “Well...” The paint trails off for a moment as she gathers her thoughts. What did she had planned? “When I came here, the mountain seemed empty, and I was alone. I didn't know this was a place that was free of men and their, sometimes, oppressive presence.” She had found safety in the mountain, and she had tried to save someone from a life in captivity under an aggressive, seemingly cruel man that had tried to rip her from the mountain. “There was a woman here, that had been alone as well, but she was taken before I had a chance to meet her. I want to stop that from happening.” Her voice is smooth and even, and Irvosat does not apologize for the skeptical undertones in her voice as she speaks. She truly believes that she deserves this, and that there is no one else better suited for the job.