Lillith hadn’t been standing idle long before she heard a jaunty call of a male’s voice, it was certainly not Vodnick, and she could smile to herself she wasn’t sure the draft mixed stallion knew how to be jovial or jaunty. Narrowing her eyes she watched him bound over… he was a cute thing really, and were she a human girl she would have wrapped her arms about him and begged her mommy to buy him for her. But she is not a human child and he is still a stallion. Although he does not appear threatening and she is still larger than he is she wouldn’t let her guard down. As he comes closer she swings her haunches away from him, preferring to keep her swollen middle away from him, vulnerability she was not currently going to leave open to him. Flicking her ears at his speech she looks at him quizzically, like pet? What on earth is he speaking of?

With ears poised forward she listens to his words tumble forth along with a rich laugh. She is sure Vodnik would have mentioned a smaller stallion living in his territory when he so insisted she come to The Ridge. Eyeing him with some caution Lillith is about to speak when a feminine whinny reaches her ears. Turning her head only slightly for a moment Lil spots the slender flaxen mare approaching. In a moment she is heated with a jealousy that she herself is no longer a slender thing but the feeling dies down quickly with the realization of her vanity. In passing Lillith knew her to be of importance and she gives a nod, not recalling the mare’s name currently. As she turns again to face the smaller stallion her voice breaches out towards the mare, “seems The Ridge has a visitor.” Her eyes never leave the stallion as she speaks, her voice cool and indifferent.

Although not known for the most friendly temperament Lillith knows when to act cordial. Flicking her eyes towards the mare she gives a faint smile that slips into place, perhaps not friendly in a sense most would be used to but it was a beckoning smile used to encourage closer proximity. “I take it you are not an acquaintance of Vodnik then,” her attention back on the smaller stallion, and this wasn’t a question either. “You are on the island of Atlantis.” A tilt of her head, not as deep of a nod she gave to the smaller mare but a small greeting nonetheless. As an equine of average height she almost felt like an awkward giant, taller and… fatter than her company. It was only a reminder that she hold herself with the elegance she always had, waiting for the mare to join her and find more out about this lost stranger.