Commitment is hard. It’s also fairly new to Earthshine… she’d made her commitment. It was to the Hills. She was returning to the last home she’d known with Ivan, and she was coming to it on top. There was nothing that she could wish for above the fact that she’d fallen into it without the shed of blood and the use of teeth. The creature can’t help but enjoy the way it’s happened. It’s perfect. She didn’t even have to fight for it. Earthshine worries that it was too easy, but for now she won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Maybe it was harder than it needed to be.

So yeah, there was worrying. There was going to be worried she needed to do, and that was a problem. Earthshine was a worrier, and that could be a problem. She’d worry until she was blue in the face. It was on her way home from the Common island that she came ashore in the Tinuvel, if briefly. She needed to give the news to Solgar. Though she cared for the man in an oddly strange way, she couldn’t say no to the Hills. The Salem called her name as the Inlet once had. She was torn between the place she’d been born in and the place that had called her queen. Maybe the power had gone to her head. She longed for it.

She came across a woman first. It was one of the mares that had burst, and from her had come a foal. The creature was an odd one… foals always were. Earthshine regards the creature coolly. Everything here is cool, though it’s summer. The snow is gone, but it will return soon. She knows how things pass in this place. Earthshine has passed in this place for so long… it’s hard to think that now she won’t. Dully she thinks of how this meeting will be the one for official alliance… she’d be handling things like that now. Funny how the leadership role was dropped on her lap once more.

A breeze picks up as the dark mare approaches, an odd look in her dark eyes. It’s slipping over the bald faced mare’s face, down to her filly as well. Her posture settles at a comfortable distance… maybe a wider gap than she would have left with someone else. She’s never been good with other women, right down to her mother and her sisters. Earthshine occasionally has a problem with not having anything to say. It takes her a few moments to come up with the words. “Solgar. Have you seen him?” It’s not quite a demand, but the unmarked black mare carries an air of importance. Unassuming in build as she may be, there was something in her eyes.