Tuari had never truly expected anyone to approach her. Over the passing seasons she had grown quite used to being on her own. Mother had always stayed to the outskirts of the herd as it was, so it was nothing new to Tuari. For a time it had been quite a lonesome experience, especially when mother was gone, but now she had Torsten as her near constant shadow, and she was okay with that. However when the pale stallion moves towards her, immediately the curiosity that had arisen in her as a child resurfaces.

He had come and gone from the Inlet many times in as long as she can remember. He had always lingered near Warsaw, and never shown any interest in herself or any of the other mares that called the Inlet home. Once, long ago, she thought she remembered mother speaking with him, but before she could make her way to join them, he was gone.
As his pale cream frame moves towards her, Tuari finds herself at attention, curious as to whether he had some new commandment from Warsaw. After all, he had been his second before according to mother. There was something about him, the color of his skin and the dark color of his gaze, it was familiar and yet unknown. It left her on edge.

As he approached, there is a softness in his gaze, something similar to the way mother gazed at her from time to time when she was still just a filly. He skids to a halt in the thick winter snows that lay heavily upon the open hillock. Ears flit back and forth atop her skull as he calls her name, confusion alighting her dark eyes. The words that he spoke were kind, friendly even and perhaps even held a hint of fondness. He remembered her? Despite herself Tuari takes a step backwards in caution. Small head tilts towards him. He knew her name? Sure she imagined that even Warsaw knew her name but to remember it after all this time? Odd indeed.

The way he speaks, the stutter in his voice and the nervousness in which he glances about them makes he even more curious as he speaks of needing to tell her something important. What could he possibly need to tell her? A stallion that she had never spoken to in her life. One that she was not even aware of aside from an occasional glance here and there.

The words that do fall from his lips leave her frozen to the spot. Having grown up in the Inlet the pale cream mare had grown quite used to the frigid winters and her thick winter coat prevented any of the lasting winter's chills from affecting her to strongly. But even the coldest winter weather was nothing to the shock of his words. He, Requiem was her father! So many days she had found herself wondering about him, wondering if ever she would meet him. She had it painted in her mind, this long drawn out scenario in which he and mother had been deeply in love and that for whatever reason had been forced to separate from her. She had dreamed many a night that somewhere out there, was this great fiercsome stallion that too gazed at the same stars and wondered about her. Never did she imagine that she had known him all along. Requiem was her father.

Dark chocolate eyes widen, whites rimming the edges with a mixture of fear and apprehension and disbelief.

"No.." she whispers, the words unbidden upon her lips. No. He couldn't be. The concept that Torsten also was a son of Warsaw seemed to have completely lost itself upon her as she fights to get a grip upon the reality that settled before her. "It cant be." she does not know now if the words are spoken to him or to herself. 'It cant be.'

Fear shakes her, ungluing the fragile sense of security that she had built up around herself. The thoughts of a future with Torsten seems impossible now. The child that stirs her belly causes the bile to rise in her throat. "Why...Why now!?" she screams, ears pulling back in anger and outrage, crystalline tears tumbling from the corners of her eyes. "Why would you wait until now to tell me the truth? Why?" over and over the word plays upon her tongue like a broken record, why. She needed to know why as if somehow that knowledge might solve the predicament she now found herself in. It Wouldn't. But still it could not hurt any worse could it?