Akadi was quick to join and Roisin shared a huge, delighted grin with her. They didn't speak at first, and Ro was far too caught up in her feather plucking to notice that her graying sister was unsure about the plan. It didn't seem as though she needed to, if she was honest.as Akadi was already plucking beautiful flowers and adding them to the piles of feathers. As Aislinn distanced herself, the sabino filly had been growing more independent and sure of herself as she danced across the breadth of the Ridge. Unlike her sisters, she had no tragic heartbreak and had suffered no loss that might have left her unsure of her own confidence. Even Bjorn's absence, while terribly sad, was only temporary and she had known he would return.

And he had. Even if her mother refused to believe her. Roisin snorted in anger, but let the emotion pass. Soon her daddy would come back and momma would have to apologize because she was wrong.

The feather fluttered as she moved it between piles, resting it next to the yellows for a moment before deciding it was too lime to fit there, and next to the greens only to find that it stuck out like the sun. She was two point five seconds away from tossing it into the air and finding a different one when the stallion's voice caused her to jump as though she'd been shocked. The little dun filly squeaked and danced forward a few steps before whirling to face the pale stallion with a sheepish expression. The feather wafted, almost forgotten in the whirlwind of her movement and she grabbed it from midair, although the movement came with no small amount of focused following with her mouth open to catch it.

With a flick of her dark tail she laid the feather where he had indicated, dark-rimmed ears perked forward to hear Akadi's part of the conversation. She watched with wide eyes as Akadi bravely spoke to the stallion, and beamed in silence as she mentioned Ailill. His appointment as a guard of the Ridge was one of the many ways that Roisin knew he was keeping them safe. Ro knew who this stranger was, if only because her momma had wanted to make sure that they all knew who the residents of the Ridge were. Sio was always making plans to go out and be social but she usually caved to a playday with the girls or some quiet time with Ailill. And so while she knew who this man was, and that he was from the Ridge, she knew precious little else about him.

She stepped up alongside Akadi, touching her sister's rump in passing, to stare at the stallion as Akadi questioned him. "I know who you are. You came with the dark mare. I'm Roisin, and this is Akadi."

Ro wastes no time in introducing the two of them, having decided by the time that she speaks that this golden male must be safe. Ailill would not suffer him to stay here if he posed any threat to the girls, and besides, Ro largely equated threats to the big cats whose tracks they had seen and the threat of a nip if she didn't behave.

Tilting her head inquisitively with eyes narrowed in suspicion, the girl stared Iscariot down, measuring his place on the friend to adult scale. "Did you get close to a big rainbow, or one of the little ones?"

Sigurdr had showed her a rainbow at a waterfall once, before he had disappeared with her father. The water droplets had sprayed into a fine mist and turned it into a rainbow that she could see and touch. It had tasted of nothing so special as warm water, but it had been magical. A smile plays across her lips, and the warmth of the memory bleeds into this interaction and her suspicion of the pale stallion all but melts away.

"You wanna help us? I wanna dress my brother up, 'cause he's coming home real soon." She turns to look appraisingly at her flowers, lips pursed. It had just occured to her that she wasn't entirely sure when Sigurdr was supposed to be coming back, and those flowers wouldn't last forever. "I dunno when he's gonna be here, but..." she trails off to squint appraisingly at Akadi. "You would look so pretty in oranges, and I could wear blues, and..." she turns to Iscariot, her head tilting. "Red maybe?"

Before he can protest, she dashes to the pile of feathers and plucks one that is startling red-violet in hue and stretches tentatively toward him with the feather, so that Akadi could look at the comparison. Ro's mismatched eyes flick to her sister in question, a playful smile forming around the feather she held.

FILLY | MUTT | 14.3 HANDS WFG | BAY DUN SABINO | THE RIDGE | BJORN x SIOBHAN | LOVEINSPIRED | CREDIT