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Isolde had been on a trip with her brother, out walking the area and looking to see what they could find on their trip to meet their grandmother. While Cadhla was off gathering items to make new things out of, she had slipped away to practice some of her battle techniques. Her grand mother was a good teach but nothing like her great grandfather she'd heard. All the same, she was training to be a strong mare like her knightly father's family.

Short tail bobbing, she attacked a small tree, rearing and pawing then hopping to the side to avoid an imaginary lash back. To any onlookers, it might have looked like she was at play. However, her actions were a rigorous training meant to keep herself in shape so that she could easily protect her younger brother. She was focused, determined to defeat this tree.

Dodging to the side, her dark eyes narrowed as she grit her teeth and turned, kicking at it as she bucked and moved further. Grunts and sounds that would otherwise sound like a normal scuffle fading off into the distance. Had her brother been near by and not pre-occupied, she'd have been warned that those sounds could potentially attract predators. Cougars, bears, wolves, and much more dangerous quarry like Kalona and Skinwalkers all could be laying in wait or drawn to her sounds.

With this in the back of her mind an her brother not too far away from where she'd last seen him to where she was now, she continued her leaps and bounds and attacks. Stopping periodically to listen to any changes in the wilderness, birds mostly. When the birds stopped singing surely games were afoot. She'd have to be cautious she knew if she was going to train outside of the protective view of her oldest brother, she'd have to be cautious as well. What good would it do to have her let her guard down and become to distracted by her spar with the floura in the area so that she walks into the jaws of death?.

The voice had been so soft, that Isolde could hardly hear anything at all. She struck the tree once more before turning and looking at the filly, finally now recognizing that she wasn't just hearing a voice in her head. Blue grey eyes set in black sclera looked at the filly, gauging her size and possible threat level before speaking. "No." She paused a moment. "Not really, my brother is near by."

Striding from behind the tree further, she looked around to see if the filly had anyone as a chaperone too. The ice that covered her body glistened and shimmered in the broken sunlight that filtered through the trees. "How about you? Do you have some one near by to keep an eye on you?" Her ears perked forward as she looked back to the new filly. It wasn't unheard of for older siblings or parents to be near by when a foal was wandering about. Then again, she could have snuck off. Wasn't that something like what she'd done?

She held her ground though she wasn't fearful of the other filly, she was cautious. She didn't know the other foal just yet, not to mention these lands weren't those she'd been born in. "What's your name?" Isolde was often told she was blunt or bordering on rude. She supposed her mother might be right, but how else was she to learn things? Especially things about new soquili. "Are your parents near by or do you have an elder sibling looking after you?" He short tail bobbed again as she waited for the filly's answer. All the while, her dark on dark eyes stared at her target. Cad had always joked that it was a bit eerie when she stared like that, but it didn't seem to bother him too much. The fact that Both she and her brother had been special from birth had been long since accepted by her family. Just two welcomed gifts that had been blessed by the star her mother had wished upon around the time they'd been conceived. Sure they'd had their rocky start the day they emerged from their whicker confinements. However, their family soon embraced them with love, warmth, and happiness. She wondered if all special foals had similar reactions from their parents.