Although she was reluctant to admit as much, the Prairie was prettier than she remembered. The golden grasses were decorated with small patches of natural wildflowers that hummed with the sound of bees and butterflies. It was so calm compared to the innate chaos of the jungle she'd been born in, and yet so much more vibrant than the mostly cold and empty Peak that she found herself torn between the extremes. It was calm here, and Roisin had never learned how to be calm.

The sound of an approaching horse stalled her grazing and she turned toward the source with an innate suspicion that had only grown sharper in the last few years. Everything Roisin had believed in and worked toward had crumpled beneath her hooves, and with each new loss, a new piece of her heart had been chipped away, leaving only a bitter and reserved ghost standing in her hooves.

"Lorcan?" She spoke, her tone incredulous and eyes going wide at the sight of him. It had been long years since she had seen anyone from her youth, family or not, and the sight of him reminded her of how empty and hollow her chest had become. She had never been extraordinarily close with Lorcan when they were children, but she had always regarded him as family despite their lack of a blood tie. He was her little sister's half-brother and had been raised among the cadre of children that had filled the jungle's undergrowth during those bright first seasons, and the sight of him brought a smile to her lips.

She rushed toward him, wanting to embrace him, only to pull up short as her brain supplied just why such a motion was awkward now. Right. His declaration of feelings and the uncomfortable admission that she had not felt the same way. She winced, and instead of wrapping her neck around him as she had initially started to do, stretched her muzzle out to nudge his shoulder fondly instead, maintaining the space between their bodies, hyperaware of the distance given the season.

"What are you doing here? Weren't you still in the Ridge?" Her head tipped sideways slightly, disarraying the thick black tangle of her forelock so it would fall over her left eye as she watched him, a chaotic tumble of emotions in her breast.