The Bay is probably a lot like the Peak. The rocky outcroppings don't stand nearly so tall, but the terrain shares many features. The weather is likely similar to higher elevations of the Peak. Bacardi may worry about his ability to survive such a climate, but Havelle wouldn't doubt such abilities. If someone can winter in the Peak, they can winter in the Bay too. Havelle grew up in Paradise. Moving to the Bay was an adjustment for sure, but she survived, and learned to enjoy the cool climate, and varied terrain that Tinuvel has to offer.
Havelle almost wished she hadn't asked, but when Bacardi answers, she can breath a sigh of relief. A rush of air leaves her lungs as she releases a breath she didn't realize she was holding. So the Peak mares aren't as strict as the Coven after all. This is good news. "My mom grew up in an all mare herd too. She told me a lot a bout it. They didn't like stallions at all. They kicked my uncle out as soon as he was weaned. It's awful. I'm glad they didn't do that to you."
Barcardi may still be welcomed in the Peak for now, but he confesses his uncertainty about the future. Through a growing fondness for the colt, Havelle makes him an offer she doesn't have the authority to make. "I'm sure my dad would let you stay with us if your dad didn't." She continues on, a brilliant smile spreading across her face. "If I put in a good word for you, he would." The long face of moments ago is gone, chased away by a most handsome distraction.
Havelle was swept away by this colt's rich bay and white coat, his this beautiful, flowing mane, regal profile and striking golden eyes. He is young and not quite grown into himself, but hints of the attractive, mature stallion he will grow to be are taking shape. It makes this filly weak in her knees. Continued conversation finds her enjoying his company too. This is a relationship she would like to explore much further. Someday soon, she'd like to call Bacardi a friend. Only fate knows what the distant future holds, but Havelle loves to dream. She's like a girl testing her signature with her crush's last name. She writes his name with hearts in the ledgers of her notebook, as she imagines what it would be like to be grown, and in a herd with Bacardi as her stallion.
The filly's ears prick forward when Bacardi asks to visit the Bay. She tries not the look too eager, play it off, be cool, but Havelle has never been very good at hiding her emotions. "Of course!" Havelle tosses her forelock from her eyes with a casual turn of her head. "You want to go now? The meadow's boring anyways." This is a feeble attempt at being cool. "My mom lives in Paradise. I could show you Paradise too." She tries to sound well-traveled. Hopefully Bacardi is impressed.