Falls

normally she is not the fraternizing sort, not the type to seek comfort or solace anywhere except in her own thoughts… but despite marzanna’s hardness, there was still a layer of vulnerability that felt as if it had been bruised. it was useless to deny that though much of the attraction to tinuvel and the inlet had been power, solomon meant something to her. it was more than his looks, the electricity in his gaze… it was something she didn’t quite understand. that’s why this was all likely for the best even if there was a flicker of pain there. if she was going to achieve her goals, she couldn’t be distracted.

her golden ears flicker back for a moment as the smaller mare approaches but marzanna is quick to check her manners. her skin shivers, dispersing some of the tension she feels, and then she answers the fjord with a soft nicker of her own, stretching her own white muzzle out and down slightly to complete the greeting.

she listens closely, glancing down almost self consciously when ylva mentions Tinuvel. her hair is full and thick, and she’s sure the stark scent of pines lingers on her skin. to anyone who had been to tinuvel, she surmises, it would be easily identifiable. the smaller mare’s next statement assures her of her estimation and curiosity prickles within her as she wonders what had lead the fjord here… normally she would guess that those on tinuvel, especially mares, did not wander from the frigid isle crusted with snow and ice until the thaw of spring.

”Yes, I was… Though I’ve recently decided to winter off the isle. I am Marzanna. Do you enjoy the Falls?”

small talk is not marzanna’s forte but there is some glimpse of tenderness in ylva’s smile that she enjoys. perhaps it would be too direct to ask what circumstances had lead to her presence here. she turns her gaze then upstream, toward the waterfall, feeling a small smile tug at her lips. she is about to speak again when a presence distracts her. it is a familiar one, tall and handsome and brewing with danger.

marzanna’s ears flatten again, this time they do not rise immediately but remain buried in the platinum nest at her poll. she is displeased, as she is sure he likely would be….but also surprised. she hadn’t expected him to follow so quickly, especially with the threat of wolves lingering in the Cove. his jest causes her lips to curl involuntarily into a subtle smile, remembering their courtship, but she doesn’t soften toward him. ”solomon. ”, she greets him with frost in her voice, nodding. " i didn’t expect to see you so soon… things are going well I presume?” she is irritatingly cordial, her expression deadpan.

the shire cross steels herself for his touch. though she would enjoy snapping at him, taking her frustration out on him, she knows it is wiser and perhaps more irritating to appear indifferent. she does not lean into his caresses, nor does she shy away from them. her ears finally unflatten, twisting between him and ylva as he addresses the smaller mare. she was unsurprised that they knew each other, it seems he was quite talented at making acquaintances… especially mares.