She hadn’t been home in a while. Her head turns upward while deep within her thoughts, taking in the new leaves that adorn the trees which shimmy and shake in the fresh springtime breeze above her. So many seasons had passed already, too many really. Bellona was surprised that her father hadn’t come for her yet or sent one of her many brother’s; she kind of wished he’d had so she’d have something to sink her teeth into for a bit of fun. What she’d hoped would be a fun action packed adventure had turned into too much quiet in her already silent world. By now her own full blooded siblings would be out touring the world and she’d miss it all due to her selfish desires. She missed the warmth of her mother's side and the rumbling tones she could feel when settling in close.

A heavy exhale leaves her, nostrils flaring and catching onto a particular scent that tickles her awareness of the goings on around her. She was not as alone as she once thought, eyes leaving the forest that had provided her ample shade while she wandered along the coast, sea-green eyes catching on a familiar body that was a little taller than she'd last remembered him, but it was him regardless of the fact.

"Frey", his name leaves her lips on a welcoming tone, pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face at long last. Her ears swivel towards him, useless things really that and yet they always tried to hear what they could not. Her eyes fell to his face, slipping downwards to his mouth just as she'd done when they had met in the commons. The stallion was a stranger to her still, but oddly she had felt calm and collected at the fact he wanted nothing more than her own company that day, and hopefully would feel the same despite the seasons they'd gone without so much of a glance of the other.

God I'm turning out to be my mother, Bellona bitterly ponders, the recluse woman that is her dam is a woman of few words and a sharp bite; thankfully it seemed Bell's father was slowly pulling the mountain hag down from her mountain. The scarred skin along her shoulders and flank twitched with her nerves, a new feeling coming forth in the form of unspoken anxiety. Sometimes, conversation was better dealt with in the form of biting teeth and a show of strength. Bell was certain though that her poor friend would surely run away then if she dared try that, so she is quick to fill the silence by following up the fading sound of his name leaving her lips, "Such a sad look to such a handsome face."