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What does Rusalka care if Viðarr's harmless appearance is true only sometimes, as long as it's true around her? There are too many dangers in the world for her to worry about, so why add to the list anything that does not threaten her or someone she cares about? In any case, she still has no idea there might be something else lurking beneath the surface, and affords him an according amount of trust. That is, still not a lot, but at least enough that she isn't acting hostile or even aloof toward the stallion.

Luthien as a word doesn't mean much to her. With the typical creativity of horses who name adopted strays 'Stray' and pale-colored foals 'White', place names back home were more descriptive than poetic. But Rusalka nods along, his description of the island's location enough to at least give her an idea. "So why're you here tonight, then?" she prompts, not in an accusatory manner but simply curious.

She wonders if he has a herd, or if he's part of one. Is he in search of different company from the more familiar faces, hoping to meet someone new? Or is he a nomad, either still looking for a home or uninterested by herd life, and hopping from island to island is normal for him? His words are accented, Rusalka notes. Maybe he's relatively new to the islands here, too? If that's true--if that isn't just the accent everyone has around here--he must have traveled farther than she did.

"Yes." She gives him a wry grin in response to his question. "The sea's just spat me out. Chilly tonight, hm?" It isn't, not really, unless you're still damp from seawater--which Rusalka is. The comment is meant more as a joke directed at herself than anything else. "How long have you been around here?"