the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
Dawn, looks almost caught when the older mare arrives, saying her name although Ilma has the inclination from seeing the two interact a little while earlier, that she'd already done so. But the white mare's eyes gleam when she dips her head, her worried look replaced by a welcoming smile. "And I'm Ilma," she replies smoothly, relaxing in stance a bit as she watches the two girls.
Her diplomatic face almost falls when Dawn mentions her 'best friend in the whole world', fearing the worst then, but it's only a brief glance of her eyes and it is gone - replaces by a more conscious look at the girl when she mentions a polar bear. Her only experience with a shifter so far is a bad one - but Svedka has not had this ability from birth, and bears can hunt fish instead of horses, she tells herself. She draws a short breath, then looks at the lake. "We seem to attract a lot of water-loving animals, so you'll fit right in." She says, then looks at the two girls (one girl, one young woman). "But surely it's not just the water and view that should keep you here? Have any of you considered joining the ranks, perhaps?" she suggests with a small smile. Kensa would do great as a diplomat, no doubt. Dawn, if she proved a fiercesome little bear, perhaps fitted better with the protectors of the lake kingdom. For now, though, she lets the thoughts simply sink in, and shrugs a little. "No need to make decisions right away, though. Dawn, have you ventured any further from the lake yet? Perhaps your bear loves the snows, as well." Come winter, many of the mountaintops will be white, after all.
@[Kensa]@[Dawn]