Elodie enjoys the warmth of the sun as it beams down and beats down on her roan back. It reminds her of the her homeland, the humidity combined with the distant crash of the white capped waves comforts the Queen. She rests quietly contemplating this strange Islands, it seems so far that they believed stallions were better or of equal value to mares. Pfft, what a lie. How could any mare fall under the will of a stallion? She snorts harshly at the disgusting thought.

A high pitched neigh interrupts her thoughts, she immediately raises her head high on her muscled shoulders. Who was it today? Another stallion? More mares? She sets off at a brisk ground eating trot. Her hooves find their footing with ease as she works her way through the lush foliage that covered a majority of the Ridge. She slows as she comes near to where the neigh had come from, her ears flick atop her crown. Bicolored eyes scan the clearing, she finds two elegant desert bred strangers waiting at the border.

She steps into the clearing, her dark head raised high onto her neck. As she approaches them she eyes them warily, it seems she was outnumbered if they were here for anything else but a friendly meet and greet. She places a diplomatic smile on her dark lips. "Sisters, In the name of Inanna, I welcome you to the Ridge." She halts near the border, and waits for their introductions.