For a fraction of a moment, Elsa's insecurities bubbled to the top of her mind. Bellisma's bright green eyes bearing into her brought the realization that maybe she had offended her, or had insulted her in some way. Cultures came from all around, some good and cheery, while others were not so great. There had never been a time when someone lingered over the question of a home so long. Either they were eager, wary and questionable, or not looking for herd life. It was odd that it seemed she was so conflicted.

Although he eyes finally diverted again, releasing Elsa from the mental chokehold Bellisma had unknowingly put her in. Such situations were not her forte, often leaving her looking stupid and immature. Although, when the questions began to flow she did not feel much better. The quiet, submissive way that she moved and act suggested that freedom was something she had just gotten the sweet taste of. Curiosity overwhelmed her, but decided to not talk about it. There was nothing like picking and old wound to get the blood flowing again. "Of course not." Elsa's voice was soft and comforting. It was motherly in tone, the way she had coddled over her children for the first few weeks. "Being in a herd is much like being free, with a group you want to take care of." It was hard to find the words to describe what herd-like was. They all still had to work beneath a kind and queen, but it wasn't that sort of kingdom. "We do have leaders- but they are only there to help us should we get into trouble, both individually and as a herd. In other words, you are free to leave if you find the stay there unsatisfying." Yeah, that was kind of like it. Midas and Ghost were the least suffocating leaders she knew.

However, social information was a whole other bear to tackle. Being "kind" was a very vague term to describe. Was her kind like butterflies? Or her kind is showing mercy? There were so many different ways, but she took it as the general term that; no, the horses in the Falls will not try to harm you. "Yes we have stallions, and obviously mares too." Elsa gestured to herself with a sideways smile of sass. She wasn't trying to be mean, but instead to lighten the situation a little bit. "They are all nice, especially us girls. The stallions, well, they are their own kind of creature. None would intentionally try to do anything though, and they're generally nice. They just have their weird boy quirks." Elsa shrugged. Well, lets just say the quirks involved drunks, druggies and one that talks like he is from a history book. That's just the start. The Hidden Falls was their own kind of weird; but not a mean weird. It was a group of misunderstood souls and those who find comfort in a quieter life. The children however, were by far the most rowdy and destructive of them all. Such is the ways of young lives.

"Talking"
@[Bellisma]

Elsa