róisín

Neither of them could hide much from each other, despite their efforts. Sometimes it felt as though their conversations were composed of so many layers of history that not a single word of it carried simple meaning. It was play for the girl to bring up Solomon, who seemed known to have so many lovers that he could not take care of them all, because she could not envision Iscariot in that role. And not because of his legs, although she could tell in the way that he turned away that his thoughts went there first. No, she could not see him as a Solomon because he was far too kind. His heart too big. His eyes too gentle. There was no room in Iscariot to mistreat the ones that he loved… and Róisín loved him for it.

Her lips pursed as he deflected his own negative thoughts, but she could not hold back an amused snort. She certainly didn't think a land of women would find themselves overly fond of a man like Solomon, but then again, she didn't often understand anyone's fascination with a man like that. In fact, her companion challenges, I think you came here to avoid him - and every other stallion. This time, it was Róisín's turn to flush, her whole body warming with something almost akin to embarrassment.

It wasn't that she didn't like boys in theory... they just didn't hold much appeal for her, and the thought of having her own children was enough to make her shudder. She loved children and she adored being a big sister. But the thought of carrying a baby for almost a year and then giving birth?! No thank you.

And since I don't count... She can tell he meant the words playfully, but they sour her mood instantly. Her ears pin and she glares at him, her tail twitching irritably behind her. He could not insist that she mattered to anyone if he would not accept that he did, very much, matter to her. He falls quiet again, and she swears that she can hear some sort of emotion behind the self-deprecation, but she opts not to dive more deeply into it. Not with a Peak member bearing down on them. Still, before they are joined by the massive Peak stallion, she turns one baleful blue eye on her companion fixes him in place with her seriousness. "You count, Iscariot."

And then she was turning back to the massive black stallion and doing her absolute best to not show how apprehensive she was. Never, in all of the times that Róisín had allowed herself to dream of this moment, had she expected a stallion to be the first one to approach her in the Peak, let alone one that stood nearly as tall as Tyr. Memory of the patchwork stallion that had stolen her away bolstered her resolve, and the petite little mare gathered her courage and squared her shoulders.

"Róisín." She said simply, her normally bubbly nature squashed by apprehension. "And my companion, Iscariot."

Her bossy nature rose in dominance in her discomfort, stripping away the friendliness that came naturally to her. "Forgive me, but I didn't expect a stallion to be the one to greet me. Isn't this place run by mares?"

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