The trek from the Commons to the edge of the Lagoon had been nice. Mikhail had been quiet for the most part, occasionally questioning her but she always kept her answers ambiguous and pleasant, there was no need to burden him, or anyone for that matter, with her past. That was what they had told her and she was doing her best to follow on the path they had sent her on. So far she was right on track. Though Mikhail was a bit younger than what they had said would come, he was a male and he lived in a land. And he was taking her there. What would happen there she did not know, but Neve was beginning to get an inkling that something was off about it. But that was not her place to question.

As they reached the borders of what Neve assumed was the Lagoon, she could smell what he described. It was strange, different, and was a bit thick. But nothing she couldn’t get used to in time. She flicked her pale tail against her hocks and blinked at him with hazel eyes. But his question caught her off guard, and for a brief second confusion flashed in her eyes. She was not to be asked questions, she was to just do. She plastered a smile on her face and glanced at the land and turned her attention back to Mikhail.

“I will follow you wherever you take me.” She replied, stepping forward so that she was in line with him, her hazel eye regarding him carefully. The flicker of impending doom flashed in her mind, but Neve ignored it. If he was leading her to her demise, well, so be it. There wasn’t much to destroy anyways. She was just another pretty face. Easily replaced.