OOC: Mild CW for mention of past tense suicidal ideation

The little dun's memories of the Ridge were always conflicted with her highest highs and her lowest lows. She had nearly taken her life at the mountain's summit more than once, but she had also laughed the loudest and lived her best life on that soil, too. Time had healed some of the wounds that had left her so raw, but there were some things that not even time could erase or lessen. The horrors inflicted on her and her family at the hands of Nyimara, Cullen, and Aranck were not the sort that could or should ever be forgotten or forgiven.

But she does not think of those now.

Instead, she lets herself feel the nostalgia and hope that comes with a familiar face from her happiest days. Back when she used to boss around all of the younger children that gathered around the three matriarchs, leading them on wild chases and important hunts for the flowers necessary to decorate Iscariot's pale mane. She wasn't so certain she was still that light-hearted, carefree girl anymore, but it made her smile to think of her.

"The Inlet?" She echoes, a storm rolling across her eyes before she can hide it away. The Inlet had been nothing but a source of pain for her family, at least in Roisin's eyes. Her sire's determination to hold it, and his acceptance of holding it with Nyimara, had forever tarnished his memory. The things that had happened to her mother on Tinuvel's shores were not things that Roisin could easily forget. Still, better Ysabel and her family than anyone else, at least in the dun's opinion.

"Your family?" She echoes again, shock cracking the words before warmth suffuses her voice instead. "Congratulations, Lorcan. I'm glad you've found someone. Do you have children of your own then?" She'd only be lying a little if she claimed that didn't make her feel less awkward to speak to him now, as if the assumption that he hadn't pined after her for years somehow absolved her of the guilt of turning him down.

As he goes on to explain his purpose here, her brows lift but she nods. She knew of Zevulun and had seen the well-known cremello around, but had not taken the time to get to know him. In truth, she hadn't taken the time to get to know anyone here yet. She'd only just arrived, only just decided to take this path in life, and she remained wholly uncertain of what her future held.

"I think he's around here somewhere," she murmurs, pointing her nose toward where she thought the majority of the herd was resting. "And I'm fine. I've only just arrived yesterday." She finally answered his last question, skirting around the truth because she certainly wasn't about to delve into her woes. Not only was it not an easy topic to speak about, but she, in truth, wasn't even certain how she felt about anything. Giving up her freedom had always seemed like such a monumental choice, but in the end that part had been easy. Accepting that she was not going to make a difference in the world anymore? That had been much harder.

Tipping her head to brush her own news away, she turned the conversational lens back to him. "Tell me more of your family, Lor. Do you have children now?"