Roisin listens avidly as Faolain begins to explain, citing the various rainbows that dotted the Ridge. She hadn't really thought of coming to find rainbows in the morning, but it made sense. After all, sometimes when Ailill took her to watch the sunrise, she could see the whole rainbow painted across the big sky. They usually had to climb up the mountain to see it, or go down to the beach, but she loved seeing it. Not only were the colors beautiful, but there was a sense of warmth that she always felt in those moments with her mom and Ailill. A sense of being home that she rarely found anywhere else.

The young girl nods in affirmation, already having made a mental note to rouse her mother, sister, and Ailill in the early morning so that they could come and see these rainbows for themselves. Akadi would surely be up for such a game, but she knew she would have to pull out all the stops to convince her mother and Ailill to join in. The pair had become nearly inseparable, although Roisin could not point to a single day where it had changed. All she knew is that as she and Akadi got older, her leach became longer and longer. This was great in theory, and for days like today where she wanted to be alone, but sometimes she still wanted to be their little girl.

And she'd give anything to have her dad back. The thought of showing him sunrise-rainbows the same way that Sigurdr had shown her the waterfall-mist rainbows was an intoxicating fantasy, and she filed it away for daydreaming later. The longer Bjorn stayed away, the less certain she had become that she would see him again. Sometimes the trip to the Shore and the cuddle she'd had with her father seemed so far away that it felt like it happened years ago.

Roisin is not left to her musings long, however. Faolain is quick to explain that the pretty pink in the water was not in fact a melted rainbow but blood. Her muzzle wrinkles in dismay at the thought, and she wonders briefly if this means she can't play in the water anymore. Would it always be blood water now? Or was the blood like the feathers that she'd floated in it when she was younger? There only for a little while until the current carried them away toward the ocean.

"Oh! I can show you!" She says excitedly, her dismay momentarily forgotten. Faolain's scowl of unhappiness at missing the rainbows made Roisin realize that they had no idea about the mist-rainbows. They were admittedly smaller than the big sky-rainbows, and even the after-rain-rainbows, but they were still pretty. Before she can launch into an explanation and drag her two new friends off by their ears, however, the stranger is answering her question.

He says a lot of words. Words that will live on in her mind and give her imagination plenty of fuel to live on while she deciphers what sort of place that might be. She knows of mountains and panthers. Dancing sunlight and thick forests. She does not know of wolves or what a howl might be, nor does she really understand how someone can be of everywhere and yet not from here.

Politely, she smiles, her gaze narrowing as she studies this unique creature. She didn't understand him, but his strangeness drew her in and she stepped forward, the lengthening strands of her tail flicking excitedly over her haunches.

"Roisin," she answers promptly when asked, her grin gaining sincerity. "What's-hey!" She begins to ask him the same when he reaches forward to tug playfully at her mane. Like a whirling dervish she ducks her head and leaps away as she might in play with Akadi, her hind hooves flicking in his general direction as she shoots a few steps away. It does not occur to the nubile filly that she should be alarmed that a near-perfect stranger has touched her. She, so loved and protected by her family, does not fear strangers in the same way that another, more socialized girl might.

She shoots him a playful glare before scraping at the ground with one forehoof as a bull might. "You watch it now, buster."

Her tone is light, and she is fully prepared to launch into more childish antics when he asks her if she's alone. Scoffing lightly, the girl tosses her head before gesturing rather obviously at the two of them. "Obviously not, duh." Even this mock derision does not last long on her face, and her gaze is drawn back to the waterfalls, and her original mission returns. "Oh yeah! Didja wanna see the mist rainbows? Sigurdr showed them to me afore he disappeared. I think it's sunny enough out still." She offered appraisingly, casting her gaze toward the sky above.

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