Harlequin was not disatisfied with her return to the islands. Of course it would have been nice to run into a familiar face such as father or even a sibling or two, however that was a hope that she had more or less let flicker out like a dying flame. Cain continues to speak about humans and some sort of something that apparently was associated with them but she does her best to give him a blank stare. He down right laughs as she comments about pretty faces being quite easy for him to come across. His shoulders roll as he comments about being male and the need to procreate a part of the gender. This time it is her turn to roll her eyes and stomp a single slender foreleg. Ouch. It hurt. Oh yeah she was doing her best to forget that little mishap with the rear but it seemed as if for the time being she was doomed to be reminded of it. If not by him than of her own accord. Her lips curl up in the form of a sneer as she gingerly readjusts her hoof on the ground. Thick pale banner flicks against her haunches as she offers him a dark gaze. "Yes I am sure it must be exhausting for you. Such a challenge." she smirks giving him another eye roll for good measure. What did males know about anything. Their job as finished about 5 minutes after it started. Though she had yet to bare any children of her own, she had seen the process take place on more than one occasion. The stallion's job was pretty much finished the moment he slid from a mare's back.

He remarks that having to escort her home might take more energy from him than he was used to and to this, Harlequin cannot help but to smile. "Not all mares are going to make it easy for you. Might as well make myself unforgettable." she taunts taking a single step towards him before changing direction and prancing towards the ocean waves. She does not wait for him to guide her as other mares might. Instead she navigates her lithe form through the cold ocean waters with the clear precise ease of one all to familiar with the lands. Only once did she find herself straying, caught off guard by a sudden jutting of land that she didnt quite remember. Only then did she allow him to overtake her.

As the island came into view, she surged forward, determined to have her hooves first upon the soils as though it were some competition never spoken aloud. Nostrils flare as she surges from the surf, shaking limbs prancing upon the golden sands of the shore. She turns back to him, his words still ringing in her ears. 'The desert breeds hardy horses' She lifts her head defiantly. "I still say you chose a dump... but beggars cant be choosers I suppose." she murmurs, sliding past him with the flick of her tail. A haughty grin ghosts across her lips as she raises a single brow. "But best believe this pretty face wont be breeding any hardy horses anytime soon." she remarks with a toss of her proud head.