Collision speaks with conviction as he describes his plan to find his friend, and Rhadra nods in quiet encouragement. "I hope you find her," she says. "No doubt she will be glad to see you." She has found the painted stallion to be a steady companion and from what little she's learned of him —which has actually amounted to quite a lot— it is clear that he is a loyal and determined stallion. She wonders briefly if the friend he speaks of is more than platonic, and a small smile plays on her dark lips as she considers the depth of feeling between the two. All the more admirable if he is ready and willing to move the earth for the sake of this unnamed mare based purely on their friendship, but since her pregnancy Rhadra has leaned a little more into the romantic side of life. She wishes nothing but happiness such as she herself has experienced for her tenacious friend.
She reaches out to press her muzzle reassuringly against his shoulder, exhaling an explosive breath of soft laughter. "Of course we will remain friends. Wherever you go, know that you are always welcome to return here and see me. And Izzy," she adds with a glance at her spindly daughter still fast asleep in the grass. "Stay with us while you must call this mountain home, Collision. I enjoy your company and think we'd all do better together than alone." Privately Rhadra is determined herself to get to know the mares who apparently get to decide who does or does not entertain company on these slopes— if such an arrangement is the way this herd is ranked, perhaps she will find herself descending the mountain and taking her leave of it to admire the great gray sentinel only from afar. It seems wrong for any horse to have the power to decide the fate of another. She is particularly impressed with Collision who, despite being an admitted prisoner (a concept she is only growing more deeply disturbed by) has made himself quite available to Rhadra's needs each time she's asked. He's the perfect gentleman. Why, then, is he forced to be here against his will?
"I think once she wakes we may stroll to the other end of the field. There's a lake over that way and down a little hill. It's bluer than even the sky, some days, and I've spent this last month exploring the banks. There's a log that drifts about in there, standing straight up, pushed along by the wind but never toppled— maybe it'll be on this side for us to see when we get there. Izzy likes to splash about in the water and I thought maybe this would be a good introduction to swimming for her, when she's older." Rhadra chats merrily, happy to share her life with her friend and engage him in the little details that make it so pleasant. "As I said you're welcome to spend your time here with us between going about your business. I for one would sleep better knowing we have your eyes and ears at our backs."
OOC: I figured we could close it up here, or with your next reply <33
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