The day was quiet, the world hushed, as if the earth itself was taking a breath after the chaos of autumn. This pretty painted mare was the first soul that Róisín had seen all day, and the last sort of soul she'd expect to find on one of the many paths to and from the Peaks. These paths had gone overgrown over the summer, left to flourish in the wake of the sister's silence... but they had existed for far longer than Róisín had called these mountains home and it was not so unusual to think that someone else may know them.
That didn't change the fact that Róisín had never run into anyone on them before.
I-I was actually, the stranger murmured nervously, and Róisín's wariness eased. The girl's soft question earned a smile and she nodded briefly. "I do," she answered softly, her gaze flicking back to the tall mountaintops that seemed to touch the sky from this angle. She remembered those early days when she'd first arrived when the land and it's history had seemed overwhelming, back when she'd still placed the valkyries on pedestals. They'd seemed so large and powerful in the stories she'd been told that it never occurred to her that the Peak women were just as mortal as she was.
That lesson had taken years to sink in.
"Were you thinking of joining us?" She asked, the hope in her voice unmasked. "I'd be happy to show you around." Rói wasn't sure where she'd even begin with a tour, but the prospect of sharing the Peak with someone else that didn't hate her guts was an appetizing prospect. "Oh!" She murmured belated, her face warming sheepishly. "Forgive me, I'm Róisín." ... newly elected Prime Minister came to mind but didn't make it past her lips. It still felt awkward to shoulder the title, and grandiose to use it for someone as simple as herself. She was no Oswin, nor one of the famed Peak leaders from the past. She still felt like a kid just making it up as she went along. "What's your name?"