Falls

It isn't Osiris's size that causes her to be suspect of him. Oh no. In fact it has far more to do with the way he emanated parental presence in a way that kept her natural teenage rebellion going in full force. In a way, he makes her feel even younger just by making her feel small.

A grin spreads across her lips like wildfire as the older, and therefore cooler, filly includes Ivanna and she's halfway to opening her mouth with another sassy comment when a pale figure catches her eye. It's an elegant mare that exudes concern and her suspicion grows. Was this just some sort of elaborate parent trap? Wanna-be mom and dad's coming to claim unattended children?

The new mare's statement only reinforces this absurd idea in Ivanna's head and her bright blue eyes narrow in suspicion. That would be exactly what a would-be mother would be most concerned about when meeting a strange stallion hovering over some fillies. The roan seems to almost echo Ivanna's thoughts and she nods emphatically, asserting their shared independence.

Ivanna, still wound up on the feeling of being free for the first time in her life and emboldened by the presence of her young friend, snorts at Osiris's words. A small laugh precedes her words, which are issued with all the innocence that comes with only one year of living.

"Older-smolder. Who would want to hurt us? And if we stay here, nobody can force us to go somewhere." While not vocalized, the implicit 'duh' was certainly there.