young mare . mutt . black. 16.1h . fell x kohelet . love
The signs that Tefnut held something of a position were subtle, but now that the dun mare had earned Rethe's attention, they were easier to see. She wasn't overt about her observation of the land around them, but Rethe clocked the way her ears swiveled and her gaze swept, the way she stayed alert even while conversing with what was probably the prickliest creature she'd run into today.
"What do you mean by something more?" Equipped with her signature bluntness and a sort of strange naivety that came from intentionally ostracizing herself from most company, Rethe did not connect her own idle thoughts with the mare's sudden admission. Her confusion only spiked when the mare suddenly shifted the topic to the side and turned the inquisition back on Rethe again.
"The Lagoon doesn't scare me, either." She answers, truth in her words. Fell didn't speak much, and Kohelet had missed much of her foalhood; anyone who would have likely tried to impart such caution onto her as an impressionable filly had either lacked the desire, ability or presence to do so.
"I came here to find a home, like anyone else."
Unlike her assertions of bravery, however, there is a subtle quiver in this line. It would not be visible to those who didn't know her, but it was there, nonetheless. The truth was that Rethe didn't really feel like she had a home anymore. The Bay would always be there for her, she knew. So long as someone of Solomon or Fell's descent ruled there, she would always be welcome, but that didn't make the place feel any less like a prison. All of her siblings were growing up, finding love, making families, and she was still the same.
Just as bitter and angry and on-edge as ever.
"Is that what you've come to offer?" The words aren't sharp in the way that they were meant with malice, but they are sharp in the way of one cutting through the nonsense to the heart of the matter. She wasn't here to make friends. She didn't know how to do that, anyway. Rather, she was here to find somewhere else to go. Someplace else to be. A place that, someday, might be hers to call home.