Falls

She had left the bay with an uncomfortable slight sway in her belly that felt all too familiar, and thrown herself into the sea to run away from any confrontation that would soon happen with the stallion whom was responsible. Nephillim - he was charming, an innocent boy of sorts, and Calice had taken him and attempted to wrap him around her little finger only to end up in a position that was pleasing, for a moment, and then left her vulnerable. If there was one thing the strawberry roan detested, it was appearing weak.

She needed space, the company of those like herself - of women. Not women of Tinuvel. The mare dreaded to think of what that meeting would be like - all hormones and feelings, women fawning over their stallion as if their only way to keep him was to physically entangle their bodies together. She had seen it before - she knew she was not wrong.

What the girl really craved was a taste of home, the more beautiful language that left sophisticated tongues and the formalities this cluster of islands seemed to lack, or so she thought. As she roamed the falls, alone, she could swear she heard a quiet prayer in the distance, and through the sparse trees she saw a petite figure resting beneath the shade of a tree, lost in a quiet thought that Calice had not thought possible here.

As she approached in a brisk trot, she studied the mare before her. The way the language ran off her tongue, and then the latter translation, displayed to her some lack of confidence, and putting two and two together she made herself known with a whicker and a dip of her head as she pulled to a halt before the stranger. "Bonjour," she greeted, eyes dancing with a joy that had been absent since her arrival here. "Le Seigneur est bon pour moi aujourd'hui, it seems." (The lord is kind to me today,) she added with a smile, echoing the girl's sentiment. "It has been so long since I have heard another speak my language - D'où êtes-vous?" (Where are you from?)

Flicking her russet forelock from her eyes, the girl relaxes naturally. This reminder of home put her at ease, hostile facade fading away as she silently regards the girl with curiosity.