Izizel can appreciate Liland’s vigilance, the same persistence that her father and aunt had had in protecting their borders. She can appreciate any stallion (or mare) who will work so hard for his (or her) herd.

”I’ll be sure to do that,” she assures him.

She nods in understanding as he explains his familiarity with climates like Tinuvel’s. It seems naive of her now to think that he would have picked this place to settle if he hadn’t had previous experience or at least forewarning. He certainly does seem to know what he’s doing.

”That’s good. I’d hate to hear that any of you had suffered because I hadn’t offered what I know, so I’m glad you’re well prepared.”

She’s not too surprised at his question; any herd leader worth their salt would ask someone who randomly turns up in their home to stay. She smiles amiably at him, happy to know that she’ll be welcome to visit in the future. She flicks her dark tail and looks at the sky as she decides what to do.

”Thank you for the offer,” she finally says, ”but the weather’s not too bad yet so I should head for a milder climate this winter. My body’s not used to the harshness anymore and I don’t want to force myself to put up with it for the whole season.” Her blue eyes look apologetically at him, hoping he isn’t upset by her refusal. ”I’d definitely like to visit again, though, if you’ll have me.”