Božena still finds herself surprised at the subtle reverence that the fjord cross seems to feel toward her. in her own mind, it was much easier to understand the disgust and hatred that nattergal had displayed rather than the patient optimism and respect that bran now shows. the mare wonders what it must have been like for him to deal with nattergal’s unhappiness on a day to day basis and still keep such an open mind about the sestry and their home.

the great black mare’s posture remains soft, a hind foot cocked gently to rest, her large convex head held slightly below the height of her withers, and she listens intently, giving bran her undivided attention as she should have a long time ago.

her dark eyes follow his gaze as it drifts out to the mountain landscape they occupy. a familiar look blooms on his face when she turns back toward him. admiration, comfort, love… she feels it herself every time she regards the stunning scenery of her home. it only reaffirms what she had told him before… he is welcome here.

he is emotional when he speaks and Božena can’t help but reach out, as she would have to a bratr back in the vlast, to bump his shoulder with gentle encouragement. when his gaze meets hers, her lips draw into a friendly smile. ”you are part of the rodina now bratr. family. whether you are here, or away.” he had seemed tense, uncertain as to his fate before then, but now she hopes she has instilled relief and a sense of belonging rather than nagging loneliness. she directs their conversation elsewhere then, curious to know more about the young stallion. ”tell me, Bran. where was your home before this? have you no other family?”