Resplendence's reaction to the woman who had appeared was sad but funny at the same time, how easily one's mask falls when caught off guard. Tucking his chin to his chest he gave a soft sad smile, it was depressing how many people had to pretend to be strong, he was no exception. Over the year he had carefully stitched his broken soul back together only to have it torn open again by his families death, now with a new patch upon his heart he hid the sadness and grief behind a mask of joy and calm. So he did not laugh at the clay baked mare's fright, no matter how much his less sensitive side desired to. In all honesty it would feel good to allow his body to be wracked with unbridled laughter, but not at this not at her, no he wished to laugh alongside a friend light he had done not so long ago. But he would not have that, not here, he could not afford to become attached to this family only to bring them ruin. He would stay and if their values proved similar to his own he would help protect them, but right now he was not ready to create bonds, to truly love again.

When Hellena spoke his ears perked, he had seen the way she had leaned toward him with no fear and had held his ground. If she had truly wanted to kill him she would have done so, instead she was giving him the benefit of the doubt, most likely because K had brought him here. Had he come alone he'd most likely end up dead, seen as an enemy instead of a potential ally. He remained silent for a moment, holding the mare's gaze as he thought about her words. Did he truly desire to devote himself to this herd? He knew little about, going off of what Kahlua had said and the examples given by her and these two mares. If a herd had Resplendence in it did not desire strength above all, for she was emotionally weak and easily frightened, Kahlua was most definitely not a warrior or a cunning tactician.

No a herd centered around strength would not allow either of these mares to be apart of them. Hellena was strong, confident, but gentle and accepting at the same time, she was a better example of what the herd as a whole would be. She had not flinched or judged him by his outward appearance, but looked within to determine his true worth as a creature. She was someone he felt he would come to respect. His gaze had drifted to the paint and clay bake before returning to Hellena looking her directly in the eye. "I am." he answered simply and honestly, holding her gaze steadily. Did not expound upon his words and would not do so unless asked, preferring to allow this mare to gaze into his eyes and determine the truth of his words.

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