No doubt this was an awkward scene. Vaguely she recalled the mare of brandished gold; another of Cain's conquests perhaps? An untold love story? A long lost reunion? Of that it was clear. But perhaps not as sweet a story as one might imagine. The thin line of the mare's lips and the knit of her brow indicated even to Harlequin that there were unresolved issued that demanded attention. From the words she gleaned it had much to do with the Prairie and the copper leader there. A single dial twitches in surprise. Vaguely she recalled him being leader there when father still claimed the Bay as his own. Of course she was not old enough nor privy to such things as alliances or enemies at the time, but from the tone of voice of Vihaan, she felt certain that Cain was not exactly an ally. Not unusual at all. she thought to herself, a playful smirk ghosting across her lips as she rolled her dark eyes.

Suddenly Vihaan speaks up, her finely shaped muzzle turned towards Harlequin and suddenly the black and white mare feels a sense of warmth flood through her veins. Hopefully she had not assumed the eye roll was for her. An apologetic grin flashes across the delicate dished curve of her teacup muzzle as Harlequin dips her head politely. "forgive my intrusion. I meant no harm. These are... odd times to say the least." she breathes glancing towards the freshly mounded rocks. Even now it was hard to believe that the hardy bay draft mare was gone with such a quick departure.

Ears relax as dark gaze turns back to the mare of golden sands. "We have not properly been introduced." she teases giving Cain a wry glance before turning back to the mare. "My name is Harlequin. Daughter of Soljor, once Lord of the Bay." she adds, baiting the mare with a bit of her own information for more of her own ties to the Prairie. Perhaps her interruption might give Cain a chance to recover his emotions or at least prepare for when she leaves him to the piercing amber eyes of the desert mare.