Falls

It seemed so curious to meet a stranger at the base of the falls, but she had to remind herself that this was common land and free to any who cared pass through. The albeit odd looking mare seemed nice enough however, and Cricket had to admit she was glad for the company. Not that she didn’t love her father, but he did not always make for the best conversation. Her exuberant response was evidence enough that they seemed off to a good start. She finds her lips pulling upwards in a true smile at her name on the other girls’ lips. Pilar would not be the first one to question such an ironic name applied to the rather large woman. In truth it had been more a nickname than anything, her father refusing to name her at first unsure if she would even survive after her mothers’ death. Eventually it had stuck, bringing with it many a groan from her spotted sire that he wished she would be as quiet as her namesake.

All these memories flash with fondness through her mind in a moment as she explains why she is here, unable to resist questioning why the woman with such intriguing ears was drawn to this place as well. She seemed to know of the Peak, her own gaze drifting to those familiar mountains at the mere mention of the sisterhood who called them home. Her head nodded at her response, their stories legend in her own mind as well. “My father used to tell me stories about them,” she admits, those tales shaping so much of her life as some of the best memories she had of her father in that time when all else seemed so bleak. Something darker seemed to wash of the delicate woman’s face, but it was gone before Cricket could think to comment on it.

Her next words cause those painted brows to knit together slightly, feeling both concern and understanding at the sentiment. Crickets own crystalline gaze follows Pilar’s to the towering structure that so defined the area. How often did she yearn for strength as well? “I’m sure you have strength beyond what you might know.” A reassurance her own father had given her, though she didn’t always believe it as children are wont to disregard their parents sentiments. “But there is also something to be said for being less… immoveable. More flexible.” She had come to realize with time that strength was not the only attribute that was to be admired.