she couldn’t help but exhale in relief and relax her posture when the little (most everyone she meets she considers “little”) painted mare declares that she is welcome to stay. she nods gratefully, her dark brown eyes shining in happiness, and feels an eagerness to get to know this mother-daughter pair, to become part of their family having her own so abruptly taken from her…. she notices the excitement that wells up in the bright blue eyes upon her offer to become a bojovník, warrior, for the members of the peak and smiles confidently, happy that she could have the opportunity to repay this leader for welcoming her so wholeheartedly. there is honor in this.

she listens intently as oswin begins to explain that perhaps her timing couldn’t have been better as her services may be needed sooner rather than later and a scowl thunders over her face a quickly as flash of lightening when she considers any harm coming to the small filly at oswin’s side or even the painted mare herself. she wouldn’t tolerate it. despite having just met the pair, she feels an innate kinship to this determined creature, and protectiveness for the filly at her side as if she were her own. she listens eagerly, drinking in the passion oswin clearly feels for her new position. the strength and tenacity in her voice stirs the very soul of the large black mare. she had surely ended up here for a reason. she nods enthusiastically, wishing the english words came rushing to her tongue as easily as her native language did. in her excitement she utters, Ano absolutně i fight for these things. Jsem ochránce i stand with you.ano, yes