Common

The Commons was quieter than she remembered before, although her gaze drifted across the handsome tobiano stallion that was courting the smaller, pretty mare with something akin to wistfulness. She'd been approached by two stallions the last time she'd come here, and while both had been striking, she had ultimately chosen to go with Sigurdr. He'd been so mysterious to her, so intriguing.

Still was, if she were honest, but she was not likely to gain any answers with him gone.

Sometimes she wondered if she had chosen poorly. Rilke might have ended up being a going choice for herself in the end, but she had heard nothing of him in the time since she'd gone with Sigurdr. A mental image of the charming champagne stallion sweeping in to greet her rose in her mind, and she allowed herself to linger on it, picturing the way he might sketch her a gentlemanly dip of his head and then peer up at her mischievously through rakishly disarrayed bangs. The way he might tease her for her poor decision-making skills before ultimately offering to bring her home to a place where she might - finally - make herself some friends.

The image popped abruptly as the massive stallion appeared before her, and she jerked back in startlement with ears that tipped to and fro as she adjusted to the scene before her. I hope you didn't plan on staying here long, he muttered, and she barely had time to offer a preceding - "Um-" before he was upon her, driving into her space and reaching for her shoulder with his teeth.

She jerks away instinctively, her own dark-rimmed ears pinning into the tangle of her mane as she moves away from him, her eyes gone wide as saucers with surprise and dismay. Roisin had warned her of just this risk, time and time again during her brief stay in the Peak. Had made Hymn - then 2 year old - promise to stay away, to choose the Meadow or the Falls if she wanted to socialize. Youthful bravado had led her here the first time, and naive belief she would be lucky again had brought her here this time.

"No, I-" she starts again, only to whirl toward another horse coming her direction, also spotted. She didn't recognize the mare by sight alone, but her attitude was common enough, as was her purpose. A Peak mare then. She edged warily away, well aware that the Peak was just as like to claim a mare as they were to protect one, and eyed the rim of the Commons, where escape might yet lay. She was certain she could find succor with this feminine stranger in the Peak, but she was just as likely to run into her mother again and she wasn't sure she could endure the shame of returning to her like a scolded kitten, tail tucked between her legs.

"I'll, uh, just be going now-" she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. She'd edged far enough away to be a third point in their triangle, and with each shuffle of her hooves she got a little further from both the rock, and the hard place she'd found herself between.

OOC: We can probably consider this thread closed unless the two of you want to continue between each other. <3