Sigrún was only ever a meaningful addition to a herd to raise numbers. While her presence was functional (an extra pair of eyes, mutual grooming etc), she was not someone who was easily remembered. She faded into the background, a mere statistic that was devoid of any memorable personality compared to those she shared her home with. To think her something more than just another mare seemed laughable, although Dögun had made efforts to treat her as such. She had found his efforts to get to know her odd, just as Kasabian's efforts hovered over the same line. The more she saw, the more she realised the islands were very different to her previous home; the horses were very different.

There was a brief change in her expression when the buckskin stallion concluded that Atlantis was different from what she was used to; an agreement with the statement though she voiced nothing. He spoke of the food supply as she took another bite of the strange grass. Her ochre eyes danced a little at the statement. He certainly knew how to win her favour, though Sigrún was a simple creature - easily pleased and easily offended.

Her eyes grew serious again as he stepped forward and questioned her situation before the Lagoon. Her tail flicked idly at her hocks. "Ja. Tinuvel. The Inlet" she informed him simply.