Leaves brushed softly against her sides and flanks where she stood half encased by the trees. Peering out at the copper lady that stood drinking and huffing softly, observing her with calm curiosity. The femme's eyes darted around, as if fearing something that Rowan could not see nor hear. But they all had their secrets, she supposed. The moment her words touched the other female's ears she spun around as if bitten, and Rowan blinked at her innocently, surprised by her reaction. It seemed to take her a few moments to...collect herself? Form her words? Rowan couldn't help all the questions, she needed to know everything. Her mind would turn on itself in a second and destroy her if she didn't keep it working, moving. It was the downside to brilliance, that and having very little ties to emotions. However even Rowan felt a brief flash of concern for the woman when her muscles briefly seized before relaxing. Their eyes met, but only for a brief second.

Rowan took one step forward, only one. Somehow she felt that this mare was like a wild animal, injured and skittish. Not that she minded of course, Rowan was very level headed and would hopefully not shock or surprise her with her movements. Listeners flicked high and chocolate crown tilted curiously. "It is a beautiful name, Resplendence. 'Brilliant, radiant beauty. The glory of the sunrise.' Correct?" Blushing and turning her head away sheepishly when she realized she'd done it again, flipping to a page in her memory and spewing it out. Hoping Resplendence wouldn't make fun of her for it. "S-Sorry. Yes, I am doing well. Merely...getting away from thoughts, I suppose." Smiling shyly at the other mare, hopefully. Rowan had so few friends, had truly only one. Sohalia. She always hoped that others could look past her mind and accept her for who she was beneath it. Sadly, many people found her quoting, equations, questions, and patterns annoying. Sohalia understood her though, and for that she was thankful. At least she had someone. Oceanic irises turned shyly to Resplendence, blonde tail swishing rhythmically against her legs. Counting the number of times it hit her skin and the time it took for her to remove it and repeat the action. Counting, thinking, controlling the machine that was a gift and a curse.