Peace has surrounded the Forest for as long as she can remember. Aside from the occasional pack of wolves that roamed through the dense woodland, the forest was untainted. Now Twinge had not minded this in the least while she nursed Burn, but now that the rambunctious colt was (for the most part) old enough to fend for himself, the painted mare cannot help but to feel the first hints of unrest beginning to take root. It was too peaceful.

Although he did not speak it, Bacardi seems to share her unrest. Dark eyes narrow as she watches the handsome stallion emerge from one of the same well-worn paths that she herself had patrolled only a day earlier. Twin flutes twitch back and forth as she studies the firm set of his jaw-line and the fierce golden hue of his eyes. Nothing. His golden gaze is clouded with thought. A soft snort escapes her paper-thin nostrils are the chestnut and white mare closes the gap between them before the stallion could manage to disappear again down a different path. A single brow raises suspiciously as she halts in his path, stomping a single obsidian hoof to draw him from his thoughts. ”Mind sharing?” She draws, her long tail flicking impatiently against her slender hocks as she tilts her finely dished head in his direction. ”You are worried.” it is a statement and a question together in one. Dark brown eyes search his but still, she cannot gauge his thoughts beyond the unrest that rises above the tidal wave of autumn emotion.

A mischevious smirk tugs at the corners of her ashen lips as she nods her head towards where the small herd gathered loosely beneath the yellow-leafed birch trees nearby. "Burn is napping in his usual patch of sunlight so I figure we might have a few hours to ourselves... Walk with me?" she purrs, the seductive hint of affection lingering in her words. "I promise I won't bite you this time." she teases, laughing lightly. It was a start but perhaps it would give her an idea of how to draw Bacardi out of the cloud of uncertainty he seemed to be caught in.