Morena should be relived that her call is answered. It is the silence and the solitude that has brought forth most of her frustration, but in the throes of her tantrum, Morena's instinctive reaction to the sound of approaching footfalls is to turn a scowl, complete with pinned ears and sour, wrinkled nostrils to the mare that comes. Morena too, is surprised by what she sees. Her flattened ears flicker forward and her hard stare widens with fresh curiosity. Though her nostrils remain wrinkled with irritation not completely forgotten.

"I'm fine," the young mare answers, not wanting to elaborate on the details of her distress to a stranger. The resemblance of this stranger to her aunt, Jezibelle, and to her father, does not go unnoticed. The young bay is just grasping for ways to ask what she wants to know, when the older mare beats her to it. However, this is not the question she expected. Morena is not from the Lagoon. "No, I am from the Arch. My father no longer rules there, but perhaps you knew him. He was a mute buckskin. Not sure if anyone knows his name." Morena admits to more than she probably should, but if the information she offered dawns recognition on the strange mare's face, then she will know if her suspicions are true or not.

As she speaks, the wrinkles begin to smooth from Morena's nostrils, and the
sharpness of her stare melts to the softness of her dark eyes. It is a wonderful relief to find another face amongst the cold, gray backdrop of their mountainside home. The few short words excahnged are enough to draw Morena's attention completely away from the muddied disappointment of her intended meal. The young mare shifts her weight, turning away from the ruined patch of ground, and towards the spotted black.

OOC: Sorry it stinks. ><