She held not meant to linger so long. Just a few days within the Peaks borders, a few days where she could slumber and rest up from the hazardous journey she had somehow made virutally unscathed to the unknown island. Though it was not entirely unknown any more. With the guidance of the young mare and her mother who had made their introductions that first day Amica found herself venturing deeper than she had intended. But it was hard to resist the youngsters energy and enthusiasm. The ghostly little figure of Ailill had not reappeared, and she could not help but wonder at the youngsters whereabouts. But her thoughts often found themselves straying. Such frequent company was not something she had known for many years. A smile rose often to her features, laughter grew more common as her loneliness was kept at bay. It was a peek at what she had been missing out on. But it could not be home.

Colours filled the air. To the mare that could barely make out more than the blue haze of sky and ocean, the golden sands of the shore and the emerald blades of grass. Fall brought life to the mares world. Whilst all about her summers essence faded, flowers wilted, tree's dropped their leaves.. For her it was the best of changes. Above her the heavens stretched clear azure blue, unable to make out the soft wisps of cloud travelling across it. Beneath her hooves the grasses still clung to their green in the rocky earth, and on the horizon.. Oranges, reds, browns, yellows. The details were denied to her but eyes gazed out flowing over the treeline that set such a contrast in the distance. There was a crispness to the air, a cleanness as the summers heat was banished away. She could hear her companions nearby, ears cupped to their quiet sounds, content in the calm surrounding them. With two pairs of eyes that knew the lands to keep watch about she could simply relax and relish the flourishing colours about her.

Tales she had shared quite openly with the pair as she came to know them, for in truth she had very little she deemed of interest to tell. Few she had exchanged more than a handful of words with in passing, most avoided where posible. Especially as certain seasons came about. Perhaps that was was kept her there within the Peaks boundaries. There she would be safe until the final leaves fell and the first flurries of snow began to blanket the earth.

A quiver travelled along her gilden sides as the same scent that reached the nearby pair carried on the breeze to her. Ears twitched keenly as her head tilted this was and that, searching for the direction that scent had carried to them from. The pale stallion had often found his way back into her thoughts. She had tried to forget, to squash the longing his offer had awoken within her, yet just when she believed she had a grip upon those pointless wishes their came that hint of a scent on the air. Perhaps she had imagined it over the past days. But now there was no denying it. Not with the confirmation of the steeds presence made by the young mares chiming. "Why? I thought he would have long forgotten me by now." A hoof stamped uncertainly, nose touching lightly against Taika's dark shoulder taking comfort in the pairs presence. But her eagerness to cross paths again with Pagan could not be hidden, not when she started forwards without waiting for their guidance.