Meadow

It was difficult to tell what was going on in the silver bay’s head. The experience of losing a loved one at all was unfamiliar to Faolain (her experience with her family as a filly had been not only unusual but it was also long enough in the past that she did not trust her memories of the event and of the emotions she had felt at the time) not to mention the emotional confusion that must occur when the lost have been found again. Faolain was patient, though she could not comprehend what Rivaini was going through.

And me? she asked. Faolain’s blank expression flickered with something close to confusion. Once again, the black mare did not have an answer. "I know this may come off the wrong way," she said. She did not want to offend the other mare, but she didn’t know how else to give her the truth. "I’m doing this for Iscariot. You’re right, I don’t know you. But I do not want to fail your brother." She didn’t know how to express that she thought Iscariot did not deserve to be curled up on the frigid beach, wondering where his sister was and unable to go and find her. It was, again, not something Faolain was able to fully comprehend, but she knew that it hurt him, and he did not deserve to hurt. But she couldn’t find the words for that confusing opinion, and did not want to waste time trying.

I suspect you would lead me to Iscariot, if I asked. She nodded. And perhaps even if I did not. "Yes," she said. Faolain caught Rivaini’s smile, though it was faint, and returned it. She seemed resigned, and Faolain did understand the struggle of trusting strangers. She had to admire the will it must have taken to set aside her intuitions and decide to trust an unfamiliar face. "My name is Faolain, by the way," she said, and turned towards the west shore of the Crossing.

ooc: I figured we could either wrap this up here or we can continue the thread while they walk, and they can chat IC :3

FAOLAIN