The patter of the rain might be loud, but a prey animal must be keen to all the sounds around them. Listening past the drone of the storm, the stallion's approach is no surprise. Zjeena tilts her head and peers at him from under a veil of wet forelock. The figure that nears brings a pleasant surprise. In his familiar build and markings Zjeena sees her own reflection. She can't tell if its his coat that's silver or if freezing rain plays tricks on her eyes, but he is lovely nonetheless.
Zjeena doesn't know what she was expecting, but another Fjord was not it. The only other Fjord she's ever seen has been her mother. Zjeena is far from disappointed.
"I am alone." Zjeena replies honestly. It's a condition of choice. Born and raised among what some might call Amazons, Zjeena lingered past adolescence and into adulthood, enjoying the support of her mother, and many unrelated aunts, but she always knew such a life was not for her. Someday she would have to leave and go her own way. That day was yesterday.
Zjeena nods to Liland's introduction and replies with a one word intro of her own, "Zjeena".