she hadn’t wanted to assert herself in this way over the young colt, especially when it was only his freedom that he asked… but she would not stand to be cowed by someone who accused and judged her so harshly for crimes he knew nothing of. The massive dark mare had not won the captivity of all the lagoon stallions merely to boast… nor was it to treat them poorly or make them feel unwelcome in her mountainous home.. the opposite was her goal, in fact. She had hoped by forcing their brotherhood into close proximity with the peak mares that both herds might learn something of each other… they might value each other more and engage in less hateful squabbling and unimportant disagreements. That maybe..somehow… they could learn to live peaceably apart, by being forced together for a time.

it is done though, and she feels no particular satisfaction in her victory as she defeats the young fjord in battle. She was older, larger, more experienced, and had something of luck on her side it seemed. She retreats a while, back to her gusty mountain top… but his quest is not forgotten. If he had approached her first, amicably, and explained his circumstances, they may not have had to battle, but these were not the circumstances.

The kladruby eventually descends the mountainside a little ways, looking down the hillside with her large dark eyes for nattergal. Her lips part as she clamors down the rocks, hooves swinging like massive pendulums, whinnying softly. She hoped the colt would answer her call, would meet her to discuss things. It pained her to know he thought so poorly of her actions, though why wouldn’t he? While it had been her intention to go out of her way and be gracious and welcoming to the brotherhood she rarely found the time or energy to interact at all…