The tension between Jetta and Macabre, though completely unknown and unexpected by Oswin, became almost palpable. Momentarily distracted, her gaze strayed to Jetta for a moment too long, trying to read her sister and make certain things were okay. There was certainly something there, and Oswin’s need to solve issues pulled at her curious mind, causing her to look back and forth between the pair. However, Oswin did offer a smile toward the chestnut right before Jetta excused both herself and Macabre from the gathering.

She watched them depart after she nodded, forgiving their need to have time alone, and though she yearned to know what was happening, she turned her attention instead back toward the gleaming gold, lean mare before her. Reyha. Oswin’s smile deepened, unable to put aside the wholeness she felt at earning a new sister. Reyha’s question and chuckle brought Oswin’s grin to pull a little wider, she laughed gently and appeared contemplative for a moment.

“I think it’s all a matter of opinion, to tell the truth. See,” she glanced out over the vast world the tall Peak revealed below, “I’m partial to an island called Luthien, that’s where I was born and where I grew up. But there are many places on this very island that everyone seems to enjoy. If it’s company you’re looking for, the Falls will be best.” Oswin pointed with her muzzle the direction the great falls would lay. “Everyone from around the islands visits the Falls frequently, so you’re never short on company there.”

For a moment she caught sight of the world laid out in a pattern of nature below – the forests, the clearings, the ocean and the looming shapes of islands in the far distance. “Honestly, I don’t think you’re going to find a view better than this one.” She grinned, glancing back toward her new sister.