She had come to the peak before, only to find it empty and abandonned by the others. Arris had not known that the champagne mare backing away from the edge of the precarious cliff had almost always been here, and that perhaps she had only missed the woman by a few moments when she had first crossed onto the mountain- but she had been greeted by a quiet dark-skinned woman that had welcomed her to the peak... but the others had been silent. The mottled mare had continued on in her journeys without finding reason to stay in a place that seemed scantly populated.

When she had decided to go on into the world, she never would have thought that she would wash up on the beach of a place that seemed like paradise, with grasses that sung in the wind and with trees lining up around the edges of a great field. Arris had thought that she had found the home that was the farthest thing from where she had been born, and it was beautiful and comforting. Thinking to how she had been treated, accused and spurned, she dips her head thoughtfully and rubs her chin against the small ridge in her skin where the stallion's teeth had pinched her, bringing her to bleed only from the pulling of her own pale skin. It had begun to heal now, leaving behind a small, dark-red line that had scabbed over a few days ago.

“I didn't come for my own protection... I can do well enough on my own.” She started thoughtfully, turning her face to better look at the battle-hardened mare across from her. “The man that Iolar and I left behind was cruel and abusive- maybe even mad. I feared that Iolar and her child would be hurt... or worse.” Blinking quietly, she shivers slightly at the thought of what the beast would have done if the silvery mare had stayed and bore her child to the stallion, and if he had found out the woman's sentiments towards herds. Arris had known all too well what it had been like to experience pain in childhood, and she would not stand for a child to witness her mother being beaten or run down by a father that had no room in his heart but bitter anger and selfish rage.

Arris knows already what she needs to know about the peak, but there is a sort of comfort in knowing that this place offered her and her friend safety and protection, and that this stern, serious looking mare was responsible for all of them. “Thank you Anath, but I think I should find Iolar- she will be wondering where I went.” With a polite nod of her head both in farewell and thanks, she turns to leave.