OOC: Seems like this was taking place prior to Siobhan's capture so that's how this is set <3

Like a daring adventurer, Roisin had snuck away from her mother and Ailill on feet that made little noise against the carpeted floor of the Ridge. She slithered between the stiff tree branches and ducked beneath pliable vines until no part of her golden coat could be seen from where her small family slept. Normally she would've woken Akadi to accompany her, but this time she was hoping to find her brother. She had thought she had scented him the last time they had come to the waterfall, where Sigurdr had once showed her the way the mist condensed into pretty rainbows if you looked at them just right. Of course, Roisin hadn't seen Sig in many months, but her little heart hoped.

She missed her big brother, and her father, and would do anything to have them back in her life.

Once certain she was beyond the hearing of her oblivious mother and caretaker (she wasn't, and they weren't) she raced ahead with a mad grin that stretched from ear to ear. As a girl that constantly craved adventure, she adored exploring the vast jungle that made up the Ridge and couldn't get enough of dashing from one end to the next, trying everything she could think.

Now, all she could think of was getting a drink and hunting down Sigurdr.

As she approached, she could see Faolain, but not her companion, who was likely in the cave at that precise moment. Rare trepidation filled the girl at the sight of the dark mare. Not because Faolain was scary, or had any way proven to be dangerous, but because she distinctly remembered the unease in her mother at their first meeting. Ailill's warm assessment of the Ridge queen did much to soften the edges of those memories, but Roisin wasn't entirely sure if her mom would approve of her meeting with the dark 'Teke.

To stall, the girl waded into the small stream that drained away from the falls, intending to take a drink when something strange caught her eye. Quizzically, the girl's head tilted as she stared at the swirls of pink in the clear water before her mind provided the answer. Clearly, the rainbows were bleeding into the water!

The girl gave an audible gasp of wonder as she stared, immobilized by the tumult of questions in her mind. Were the rainbows okay? Would they come back? Did this mean they would have rainbow water, and rainbow rain and a rainbow ocean? But where was the orange and the yellow and the blue?

Confused, her small brow wrinkled before she decided she would simply have to get the answers from the closest adult. Lacking any of the original shyness that had stalled her approach at the stream, the small dun filly marched toward Faolain with her head held high, determined to get the answers from her. A grin played across her dusky lips as she nodded toward her, her gaze flashing to the other horse briefly. His marked appearance registered in her mind, but his injuries were of far less importance than the rainbow water she had discovered.

"Miss-Lady-Um, I mean Queen Faolain?" She began, suddenly aware she had no idea what Faolain was supposed to be called. "Do you know why there's pink in the water? Does that mean the rest of the rainbow will melt too?" She gasps as an idea occurs to her, and a shiver of expectant delight courses across her small body. "Oh! Do you think maybe a rainbow touched the top of the Ridge and is coming down here?!"

She turned her gaze to the other newcomer, whom she did not know with another quizzical tilt of her head. "Is that where you came from? The top of the mountain?"

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