There were several things not specific to combat that the warriors of the Summit were taught. For example, they learned to school their expressions, to hide their emotions so they were unreadable to strangers or their enemies. As a mare, Robbie had learned none of this, and, like her mother before her, she tended to wear her emotions on her sleeve. Spending much time in her presence made this obvious; after all, in the past quarter hour or so she had blown up at a cracking twig and started to get visibly upset at a perceived non-verbal slight.

She really needed to work on that.

But that would come later, much later. For now, she needed to focus on the task at hand, and that was taking no small effort. Finishing her little explanation, she lasered in on Vidoun, trying catch every little twitch and gesture and motion and decipher what it actually meant.

And she thought she was doing better, this time around. Obviously he disagreed with something, given the head shake; her whole thought process, maybe? Maybe all of her options? The stomping confused her at first, but as he added additional stomps and puntuated each set with a vehement shake of his head, she thought she might have figured it out. "So, none of those things were true, then. Well, that's good to know, I guess; it means I have a way to go before I can understand you at a conversational pace, though."

Though when he nodded after the four taps, she broke into a chuckle. "Ok, that sounds good to me. Though I'm trusting you to behave, my father always warned me about strange stallions in unknown places." She grinned then, hoping he would see that she was just teasing, and followed after him.

No wait, scratch that. They weren't walking off, they were stealthing off! Immediately, Robbie brightened; dropping into her best crouch, she followed after Vidoun, watching his feet and then adopting a similar pattern herself. It was slow going, but she supposed that was how stealth was meant to be!

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