More than most, Osiris had been raised here among the Commons. She'd spent more than her fair share of time hiding in the shadows of the Falls, grazing at the edges of the Meadow, even taking the rare venture to the Ruins when she could manage it. When Rehoboam had managed to extricate her from Temblor and Paradise, he hadn't any idea what to do with a nascent daughter while living in the Lagoon. He couldn't stomach the thought of her growing up among the men there, nor was he particularly fond of facing his father.
And so he had, instead, hid her here.
It wasn't an ideal childhood, but it had afforded her a sharp eye for spotting new arrivals, many of which seemed to end up on the Crossing first. Which, now that she thought about it, was probably why it had become the gathering islands anyway.
The spotted stallion's commentary teases a knowing grin from her lips and she nods in agreement. The Common place could be home for some, but it had never truly felt like home for her. She wasn't exactly certain that meeting her was any kind of pleasure considering most seemed to avoid her after their meeting like the plague, but she didn't refute his claim, only nodded politely.
"I am," she said ruefully in answer to his question, her gaze flicking from him to pass quickly over the familiar landscape. "I was born on one of the outer isles, but I grew up here on the Crossing." She had never considered herself a tour guide of any kind, but she found herself wanting to help Sakir get settled wherever it was he may want to go. "Do you know anything about the isles?"
She knew many mainland horses were shocked to see the islands and had no idea of their makeup or quirks. Had no idea of the Peak or of the Lagoon, let alone of the specifics of either. Osiris shifted, tilted her painted hips, and letting the deep auburn of her tail flick about her legs. "I can tell you of this place if you want, or I can shut up if you prefer." She made the equivalent of a shrug, and settled quietly to await his answer.
Osiris - Mutt - Adult - 15.3h - Red Dun Tobiano - Rehoboam x Celestine
we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.