Ears perks as the young mare speaks words of interest. Her eyes roll with a snort as Medusa mentions she only took her away from the Thicket with the best intentions. In all honesty, she knew deep down Rille cared nothing for her. She was just an annoying filly that wouldn’t leave him be. He did not wish to be her King though Paisley had so eagerly dubbed him to be. Even her knight had failed in staying with her and keeping her safe. She had no one. Her granddam was dead, her grandsire gone from these islands, and her parents were estranged. Mother loved her very much, but oddly never went to visit her father. None of them knew she was here so how could she ever expect rescue?

Medusa then says something odd. She was not a captive? What was she on about? As the mare continues, she realizes Medusa had not taken her because she wanted to use her for some personal gain. No, he wanted to free her of her own thoughts? Show her the Thicket was not the best place for her to be? A sigh leaves her lips for thinking this mare was something more than what she was. Medusa could very well be one of the best souls she has met thus far. ”You have shown me surprise Medusa.” Her weight shifts. ”Thank you for taking me away from the place. It is true no one cared for me there like I hoped they would. Plus, the Thicket is littered with sharp thorns anyway. I do hate you made me swim here for all that though.” Her brown eyes narrow.

”I absolutely hate the water, especially the sea. It will take me days to get this salt from my coat!” She stomps a hoof before beginning to nibble the dreaded mineral from the places she could reach. A few minutes of her franticly cleaning herself drags on until she finally turns her attention back to Medusa. ”You would make a perfect Queen if the scenery was better.” Paisley turns her head to look around. ”I guess it is pretty, but wayyy too cold for me. I hate the cold nearly as much as I hate getting wet.” The thought of how cold it was makes the young mare shiver. ”I don’t see myself staying here for long. That is if I am really free.” Her eyes turn on Medusa to see her reaction. If she was truly free she would leave this place as quickly as she came, but that meant more swimming.