Her insult is met with disapproval. The glare on his face was enough to know that her words had hit some kind of nerve, regardless of how fruitless it may be. It was a small victory but a victory she would take nonetheless. The corners of her lips twitch with the beginnings of a grin, but meeting his fierce green eyes draw it away quickly enough. His sharp nips still stung on her creamy hips and her shoulder still throbbed from where his lean frame collided with her earlier. Finely chiseled head is given a shake, sending pale alabaster locks snapping audibly against the sleek pale gold of her neck, forcing the raised hairs along her spine to settle. Her heart was a bit harder to control, despite her calculated breaths, blood still raced through her veins and the thrum of her rapidly beating heart pounded against her ears.

He tenses, the muscles beneath his copper red coat bunching, shifting the weight of his body from one side to another as though he were merely waiting for her to make another attempt at fleeing from his reach. He was like a shadow. A bright red, annoying shadow that Torvi began to believe she would never be rid of.

However the subject of her mother seemed to intrigue him. For a few moments, she can almost see his mind drift far away from them. In that moment, as fleeting as it was, hope once again reignited in her heart that perhaps mother was here. Wouldn't it be something? Finding her mother after all these months apart. It did not cross her mind to think why Tuari would come to this herd instead of staying in the Ridge with herself and Requiem. She did not think to ask herself that if she found such primal nature in the red boy, what else might lurk beyond what she would see of the jungle. ’No.’ his voice rang with such finality that Torvi knew there was no denying it for facts. Were it any other, perhaps she would need to comb through every inch of the territory to verify for herself but no, this colt did not play. He knew nothing of childish games or pranks that she and the foals of the Ridge played on one another. Her heart fractured but that did not stop her. Mother would not let her give up. Torvi knew that her very existence was proof that she was supposed to be alive. Though she did not quite know the truth of it all, she did know enough to understand that she had beaten all odds even as a child. Tinuvel bred the hardiest of horses after all.

The mist of dejection that hung heavily in the air around her seems to dissipate now as the colt took a step forward and gave his head a toss. Small pale ears perk amid the windswept tangle of her ivory mane as Torvi blinked at him in silence. This was a new development. Though she felt fairly certain that an ulterior motive motivated the boy into searching, Torvi was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, not even a primitive, feral little red colt with bright green eyes. Tentatively she took a step forward, pale silver-blue eyes illuminated by the bright sun above. ’We search.’ his husky voice is reaffirming to the fragile shards of her faith. Though she had not really minded being alone, the thought that her quest was no longer just hers alone but a venture that she might share with another being. It was as if the weighted blanket of her anxiety had suddenly been lifted from her shoulders. Despite her distrust and dislike of the colt, he was at least willing to shoulder this task with her. Perhaps even find Tuari.

The smallest of smiles ghosts across her pale lips as she nods her head and shifts her gaze towards the ocean. Where to? Where would Tuari have gone? Glancing back at the boy the first sense of companionship begins to bubble within her. They may have started out on the wrong hoof, and he may still try to call her his, but at least he was willing to help her accomplish her goal. ”I was born on Tinuvel… though I do not remember the way there anymore. It was where mom was born too. I do not know where she is or where she has gone but maybe….” she muses aloud, glancing at the boy’s vivid green eyes for his thoughts on the matter. Why? She could not rightly say, however it felt good to not have to only rely on her own conscience for decisions.