róisín

Spring had finally arrived on the islands and Roisin found herself looking forward to the warmth and the sun. The Peak was beautiful in its own way, but it was barren and cold. She missed the bright colors of her home and the ceaseless sound of life in the background. Here, the wind was her most common companion. Well, that and Iscariot. Her feelings were still all over the place in regards to her pale companion and she knew that the longer she put off the hard conversation, the worse it was going to be. She didn't have much time left either. With spring knocking on their doorsteps, it was only a matter of time before Faolain gave birth to Isariot's child.

Roi shoved those thoughts to the side and cast a glance sidelong at the mare at her side. She still didn't know Oswin well, but she was eager to see progress happening in their shared home. It had been too quiet, for too long. They needed to figure out a path forward, but to do that, they needed to first understand where they were coming from.

With the insight that Kunzak had granted to them combined with the outcome of their role call, Roisin had more questions than ever for Rade. He had insinuated that they were holding Lagoon captives in the mountains when the reality was that the Peak women had long ago freed the prisoners that they'd taken. His holier-than-thou stance on the battlegrounds when Roisin had challenged him made no sense with this in mind, and she had every intention of demanding that he release the mares that were in the Lagoon against their will.

There was no reason that the Lagoon had to be a cesspool of monsters. If they could just convince Rade to work actively toward a better future, the entire island chain would benefit and perhaps - someday - there might come a day when mares didn't have to warn their baby girls not to go out at night for fear of the men that prowled the islands.

Roisin did not encroach very far into the Lagoon, choosing to stay near the border just in case things went south. Being back here made her skin crawl, and she well remembered the helpless way she'd felt as she'd surged ashore ahead of Tyr. Never again, she swore to herself. Never, ever, again. Lifting her blazed face, she called out for Rade whilst hoping that none of the nerves that crawled across her body had made it into her voice. Turning back to the golden mare at her side, Roi offered a nervous smile. "Ready or not, here we go."

mare . 3 . mutt . dun sabino . 14.3 hh . björn x siobhan . love

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