her shadowy figure passed through the crossing nimbly, along a sure-footed stride. it was hastened by a harried heart and the worry that writhed there. regret nipped at her heels, remorse and grief over her lonesome sojourn to the isles drove amunet's steps even further. she found herself at the doors of comfort. a place that lacked the stain of boors and unsavory company. as amunet slowed her pace, she took in the peak and her surroundings. the chill of autumn climbed along her flesh, and the mare found herself in want for shelter. instead, firstly, she caught the outline of the trio. spurned by growing optimism, the obsidian mare returned to her quick strides in hopes of catching them. she arrived as the twin-mares provided their names, and seemed to agree to some arrangement. a kind expression took up residence on amunet's features as she came to a halt, mindful of the terrain and each's individual space. "i would like to come too." she was unsure why the sudden desire to be saved from her forlorn existence on the island. perhaps it was the cumbersome bereavement over her abandonment of the mainland and the only family worth loving. with a sigh, and something of a sheepish smile, she nodded to the three. "i am amunet."