“Ah, a cleansing,” he nods in understanding as the two mares wade apart to give him a turn under the falls. Rille accepts their offer gladly, striding forward with outstretched neck to take the full brunt of the showering water nose first. He lifts his head as he walks beneath the water and it sluices down his white mane, slicking his thick hair flat against his body as he turns under the pouring water to soak his entire frame and bring himself face to face once more with the pair of mares.
Rille steps out of the rushing falls and stands, dripping, with his forelock draped down almost the full length of his face as he regards them. “I have come from the mainland, yes,” he says, and when Elain expounds on the possibility that the pair are trespassing he reassures her, “I have no claim on this land. My home is in the Thicket, on the Isle Luthien.” The territory is but newly acquired, but already he knows his roots are running deep to reconnect with the familial history awaiting him there. The stallion exhales a contented sigh, sending water spraying off the end of his wet nose. His dark eyes flicker over Relke. “I do not know what a glenna is,” Rille admits. “Is that another name for you?”
He is also unfamiliar with the idea of a “cloister” but chooses not to pursue that mystery for now. What he has gleaned already from Elain is information enough on which to speculate. It seems strange to him to voluntarily deny the mingling of sexes when it is so natural a part of life. Are not all living things bound by both their feminine and masculine halves? He snorts lightly and sets such musings aside. “You two are not native to these lands, then,” he seeks confirmation as he looks first at the amber-touched mare and then the taller cream-and-black. He enjoys the simplicity in Elain’s innocence and is likewise appreciative of Relke’s quietly compassionate nature. Both would be welcome additions to the sprawling wood he has planted himself within.
“If it is a home you seek, there is room and plenty to spare within the Thicket. I believe the trees would be glad to have you among them, touched with as much light as you both are.” His voice and expression are mild, but genuine, for Rille carries no expectations of others.