The white speckled mare is the first to look upon her, and Vanya holds her breath, knowing that she walks a tightrope. It would be easy for these other prisoners to distrust her, after all, a year is a long time to spend entrenched in a land you claimed not to enjoy. But unlike the pair of them, she did not have the benefit of knowing many other creatures before being whisked here. Boys aplenty, to be sure. The fall season had a way of dropping them at her feet whether she wanted them or not, but she had not forged a deep enough connection to ensure that someone would save her from her fate.

Devil's Retribution, despite siring her handsome son, had never come to call upon her as he had promised. And even the gentle stallion Kamekaze had not come for her, although in truth, Vanya could only blame herself for that one. She had been so conflicted at the time, shell-shocked by Rougaru, that she had left abruptly before she'd been able to put the full talents of her feminine wiles to use.

The mare introduces herself, and at her implication, Vanya's gaze follows to where her belly swells with child. It mirrors her own, although Vanya's figure has only started to show, having baited Rougaru so late in the season. It is enough to make her skin crawl with the knowledge that she, too, will soon to swell and grow fat with pregnancy. That her lithe figure will once more be tainted by a child she did not particularly want. Even though Drogon had proven to be her greatest achievement in these isles, and a not-so-secret source of pride for the mare, she did not have high hopes for this child.

The red stallion speaks then, naming himself, and Vanya's chocolate gaze flicks to him. He seems almost upset that she is here, offering words that were held a subtle rebuke in them that had her own eyes flashing in annoyance. She could not know the direction of his thoughts, or how casually he sorted them into those who belonged and those who did not, but she could take his meaning regardless. She would have loved to lash into him, to point out the fact that at least they had someone to look to for rescue. She had only herself and her young son. No one was looking for her. No one would come to try and find her. She had no respite, save that which she made for herself.

But clearly she had stepped into something she wasn't particularly welcome in, and her fluted ears tip back in a rare show of uncertainty.

It is surprising to her, that the mare should be so welcoming and the stallion so short, considering it was nearly always the other way around, but she weighs her options carefully while he speaks, doing what he can to further alienate her. Seemingly without remorse, he carefully clips the conversation around her, turning his full attention to the spotted mare and showering her with sympathy.

She could stay and try to claw her way into the conversation, to attempt to win this cold-hearted stallion over with what little charm she could muster, despite his frigid nature. Perhaps she could find leverage over the beautiful mare, and extend a hand of friendship to her. Vanya was rusty with kindness, and even moreso with gentleness, but she needed to be away from here. There may yet exist someone out there who would love her with the same fiery devotion that she demanded and deserved, for it was clear she would never find such adoration here. Rougaru was far too content with his two queens to appreciate what he had before him.

She could, but she would not lower herself to the scraps of attention they might throw her way.

Vanya shudders, already disliking the decision she has made, but commits to it nonetheless. She might stand here for days without getting anywhere with the pinto stallion, and while she thought this Titania might prove to be useful, she would not settle for leftovers. The overo mare draws into herself, her slender neck bowing as she inclined her head to the group.

"I wish you both the best of luck, then. Though, perhaps I might ask a favor of you?" She speaks to the spotted mare now, pointedly returning the stallion's rude behavior by neatly ignoring his presence. She softens her tone slightly, and a rare glimpse of sincerity trickles into her words. In a show of supplication, she stretches slightly toward the mare, ears flicking forward. "Seeing as I lack such connections myself, and am not much in the way of a fighter, perhaps you might put in a good word for me when your family comes to fetch you?"

Vanya knows that she had given little to this conversation to assure them of her sincerity, and in truth, does not want to offer any personal details of herself. As suspicious as they were of her, she was of them as well. If they were plotting an escape and Rougaru found out, he might not send her away, but he would think nothing of separating her from her beloved son. Her eyes harden as she pulls away, jaw set. "I need to find a way out before he takes my son from me."

Uncomfortable with even this small glimpse into her motivations, the slender mare rocks back onto her hindquarters and inclines her head toward the both of them. Her gaze flicks briefly over Jabari, but does not settle. Nor does she truly wait for Titania's response. Clearly she was not wanted here any more than she was wanted elsewhere in this godforsaken territory, and she'd be damned if she settled for someone's condescension when she could be plotting in private.

"Pardon my interruption, but I should be on my way now."The roan mare offers a terse smile before orienting her figure away again, her skin prickling with annoyance. This was precisely why she needed a lover that wanted her for her, and not as some trophy in his collection. What she wouldn't give to have someone who she could devote herself to as this spotted mare had. With as much pride as she can muster, she moves back along the path she had taken here, annoyed at the way her cheeks felt hot with embarrassment and annoyance.