Reginleif’s remark was ignored by the painted mare, just as the grey had assumed it would be. Skylar seemed to have taken a representative type roll in the peak and engaging with Reginleif in front of the visitor would probably seem like bad form. Silently, the freckled warrior pondered whether or not she would continue to poke at the mare’s buttons, embarrass her in front of the company. Speaking of….

The perlino answered Reginleif’s question curiously by stating neither. Neither what? Reginleif wondered fleetingly before her thoughts were side tracked by the mention of Fatale. The grey had spoken to with Fatale a handful of times during her stay in the lagoon; in fact, it was Reginleif who had been a part of Fatale’s welcoming party all those years ago. It was also Reginleif who had brought Fatale to the peak, a lesson to Rade for thinking he had any control over the freckled warrior’s life. Reginleif had yet to see how Fatale felt about the situation, mostly because she didn’t give a damn. ”Was that before or after her relocation” Reginleif asked with an amused smirk.

The perlino’s question caught the speckled mare off guard. It was the last thing Reginleif had expected the seemingly timid and clumsy, girl to ask but she supposed it made sense. There was only so long a mare could wallow in the gutter before she grew a backbone and dragged herself out. Reginleif was no teacher or guide to the weak minded, but she could appreciate the fire in the belly for battle. She could even enjoy teaching a mare to physically stand up for herself, protect herself and fight for what she wanted. She bobbed her head to the perlino, about as amicable as Reginleif could manage, ”So long as you truly wish to learn and don’t mind a few scrapes and bruises along the way.” Some mares forgot the old adage, ‘no pain, no gain’

Skylar spoke up once more, reminding the warrior that she was still there (not that she had actually, truly forgotten). She spoke of every mare being welcome and that the peak was no different to any other herd except for their lack a stallion in charge. Reginleif silently thought that there should be, no, that there must be more to it than that. Her reasons for staying were more than just the absence of a stallion to run the herd. Of course, Skylar keeping the peace; Reginleif couldn’t be sure if that’s what she truly believed.

When Skylar motioned for Caesisus to follow her up the mountain, Reginleif turned back to her mountain perch. She had no interest in joining the duo for chats about the view and whoever Lyden was. Had she been more interested in that, she might have learned about her niece’s existence in the forest but Reginleif had never much cared for family. She had barely even bothered to stop and catch up with her half sibling and peak sibling, Áshildr.

”Find me when you wish to learn how to fight” she stated plainly, glancing briefly towards the perlino before she could follow Skylar up the mountain trail. With no more interest in the pair, she turned to watch the dots of horses mulling around the falls below.