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As he introduces himself, Morrigan's smile broadens, her depthless eyes sparkling with warmth. Toland, she repeats to herself, memorizing the color of his eyes while she promises herself to never forget him. Like the snowflake stallion she'd met as a girl, she didn't want to forget this stallion either.

He seems discomfited by her sudden appearance, which is not wholly unusual. Her mannerisms exist slightly outside of what most would consider 'normal' on the islands and she knows it. It is not enough to make her want to change, but she does notice it. The same way she notices something else flare in his eyes, the way his posture suddenly shifts, the way he seems to make some sort of decision.

Luthien, he says, and she smiles. "Okay." She had never been to the forested island, but she had heard plenty about it in passing from the rumors and stories told by travellers. It seemed a fitting place for the tall stallion before her. "Let's go home then."

She reached out, seemingly unafraid of the social taboos of touching unknown men, to try and brush her lips across his shoulder. She drank in the masculine scent of him, so potent here in the middle of the season, and shifted another step closer. Feigning a calm she did not necessarily feel, Morrigan lifted her head in the direction of Luthien and then peered back at Toland, her lips curled back into a smile.

"What shall we do as we travel?" She queried, wondering if he had questions to ask (they almost always did) or if there were games he wanted to play or stories he wanted to tell. She was leaving the floor wholly open for him to elaborate on whatever whim he wanted to choose, because, today, she just wanted to follow.