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They had never been the most welcoming lot, but she didn’t need hand holding any which way she split it. Let them have their plotting and raving insult throwing across the crossing to the Lagoon. Let them have their thieving and their provocations against the men of the isles. She was not there to hate men, to belittle or antagonize them. They had their purpose, she had hers.

Hers was to create an environment of protection around herself and to find others like herself and her loud sisters of the Peak. That she would come across a girl such as Vex - intent to become a thorn in someones side - she didn’t and wouldn’t know the result of. All she did know was the desertbred youth looked like an auspicious person to meet in that moment. The truth of that would be determined much later.

Her black mane lays over her reverse brindle flecked neck, darker somehow because the fall sun was still so warm as to yet feel like summer. She picked battles fairly well, trained by her mother enough to know when to choose retreat instead. Vex posed very little threat except to her pride - and so she made a straight line for the young girl.

"I am Lysimache. You seemed a bit uncomfortable over here by yourself and thought I’d lend a hand." She cannot know if this girl had thought that she might find a handsome prince to sweep her off her feet - cannot know if the intrusion is welcome - but she was not afraid to test the waters. "Are you waiting to find something in particular? If not, I may have an option that will allow you to grow safely into your own skin… and make a few friends along the way."

Her white splashed foreleg rolls itself to relax, the front edge of her hoof flexing in the dirt as she wags it a little in casual stance. "The peak is interesting, not at all an ugly place to live, but its full of ladies with their own agenda and I wouldn’t mind a sister nearer my age to get to know..."