róisín

The dun and white filly is glad to see kindness on the chocolate-colored mare's face and eagerly takes a place beside her on the ledge. While it was rare to find someone in the Peak that seemed unfriendly, Róisín always heard her mother's words of caution every time she approached someone. Their family had faced down too many enemies to not be wary of every stranger that they met, but not even experience was enough to dampen the dun girl's excitement.

As the mare explains that she had been born here among the barren hills of the Peak, Róisín cannot help but wonder what that would have been like. From what she had seen, the land was exquisitely lonely. The type of barren that promised solitude if you wanted it and a struggle if you didn't. It was beautiful, painfully so, but it was not the thriving social hub that she had once hoped to find. "I can't imagine what that was like," she murmurs warmly, her gaze shifting back toward the path she'd climbed up. To her surprise, she could see Oswin on her way up and she offered a nod of acknowledgement to the golden mare before turning back to her original companion. "I grew up on Atlantis. Ducking vines is child's play, but mountain climbing? Oof," she offered, giving the mare a window into her life.

The Ridge had a mountain, yes. And she had climbed it (although she'd prefer not to speak of that awful day), but that sort of climbing had nothing on the constant ups and downs of the Peak.

Róisín pauses as Bane asks of the current affairs, which gives Oswin plenty of time to join them and then to explain of her own origins. She wondered what Luthien was like, but opted to save the question for another day as Oswin's gaze fell expectantly on her. She wasn't sure yet what to make of the golden mare, but she claimed to have once been elected as their Prime Minister. Compared to Róisín (who, if she was honest, had no real idea what a Prime Minister even did), there was no contest as to who should lead the Peak come the summer vote, but that didn't mean that Róisín trusted her just yet. They were still mostly unknown to each other yet.

The girl realizes with a start that she is the only one, apparently, that has been around long enough to have any idea of what has happened, and even that is mostly only rumors and snippets she'd heard over time. Her ears flick apprehensively before she sums up everything she knows. "I don't know all of the details, as the Peak was largely empty when I arrived. Apparently, our past prime minister, Bozena, battled the Lagoon and took all of their men as prisoners."

The thought of keeping someone like Tyr here, among the people that she thought of warmly, made her stomach churn uneasily. "As far as I can tell, none remain here against their will now, but the Lagoon and its replacement leader still hold a grudge. " Her mind casts back to the things that she had heard about but never seen firsthand, like the war that had ravaged the islands before her dam's arrival. "I do not know if either of you were here for the war, but that has also ended, to the best of my knowledge. It was before my time, but I'm sure the aftereffects are felt more keenly here than on the isles."

Curiosity flickered in her eyes as she turned her gaze back on the two long-time Peak matriarchs. "What was the Peak like, before?"

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