His meaning was simple and clear to the young angel girl. She was more than comfortable beside him, and perhaps this helped in that fact, but regardless she seemed to understand him better than most she had come across. Especially those within the freelands, though him being a part of Taviora had more than a little to do with it. The sun was still rather warm upon them, and the idea of venturing the island that lay in the distance was rather enticing. When Ambrosia glanced at him next, there was a mischevious glint there that had not been present before, and it was with a grace inherited by blood that white paws pushed her large and still growing frame forward, toward the waters edge.

It did not take much time at all for her to reach the crisp waters, her rather long and ever growing legs giving her such an advantage. It was freshing when the cool liquid seeped between her toes, and she couldn't help as she glanced back to where she had left Sorcier. A small rather excited bark escaped her jaw back toward him, inviting and hopefully enticing him to come beside her. Truly never before had Ambrosia seen fit to allow herself to feel such excitement and such.. anticipation for something. But perhaps it was just one of the new effects the earth toned male seemed to have upon her. She could not quite place it, but there was something warm and special about him. She felt him in a way she had never felt anyone before.

But her thoughts are turned back to the current task- the land mass in the distance. She didn't hesitate to make her way within the shallows, the cool water licking gently against her frame as she moved further in. Due to the plush and sheer thickness of her pelt, it didn't penetrate her pelt very far, and even if the water were freezing she would have remained well enough to make the journey. Her young limbs were strong and determined, and it seemed to take her no time at all to reach the little island. Pulling herself up upon the shore, she was given to shake her entire frame in a rolling motion, sending her alabaster fur marked with russets and charcoals out in all different directions. The end result made her appear spikey all over, and perhaps even comical in this, but unlike most of her siblings Ambrosia was not one to keel over because of a simple bad hair day.

She had other, more important things on mind, and it's with an eagerness rather common with him that she turns her bright violet marred gaze in the direction she had come from, hoping to catch a glimpse of his darker fourm following suit. She didn't know how thick his own pelt would be, or if he would stay warm- but if not, then there was always a simple solution for that. With a patience rather usual for one her age, the young stardusted angelmarked girl is reclining on her haunches, her pristine though damp white tail wrapping around her equally damp paws in subtle comfort as she waited. This place was one she had never been before, and though she wanted to explore and learn its secrets- she first wanted to confirm the well being of her new friend. Of Sorcier. For he was the entire reason she was here to begin with, and in that she felt a certain.. connection, or a certain tie to him. And she was unwilling to see it unraveled any time soon.