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Kimber is not surprised when her companion finally shows his red face. In truth, she had suspected to never truly be alone. As he comes to stand beside her, it offers a comfort she hadn’t realized she had been missing without him standing so stoically at her side. Even when they had spent time apart (mostly due to her own selfish impulses), he was the one constant she could count on in her young life. The only one since she had been born.


When the stranger, Mjolnir, offers his relations to Bjorn, Kimber is only surprised because he is not a direct son. Though the stallion had probably never noticed the filly when she had lived beneath him on Atlantis, she had sneaked peeks at him from the vegetation enough times to know what he looked like. But unlike her own boldness, she does not offer the reasoning behind her question, nor the relation he has to her red knight. But Mjolnir does not appear blind to the fact, or else he would not have spoken in the tongue of his lineage.


“My Red Knight does not speak often.” Kimber said, not sure if Askold will want to reveal his relations or not to this stranger. Though by her answer, it still left him room to offer such knowledge if he wished. Yet, it was an excuse for him to remain as silent as ever if he wished it. He had never been one for talking, not even as a child. “Though I suggest if we wish to continue this conversation, that we might hold it elsewhere.” Even if they held status, the two strangers were young and she doubted an older horse would respect any title they withheld in a place such as this.