freedom. that was a word that carried much weight with her. freedom. that within itself spoke of home. she was in want to embrace such familiar tidings. but the weight in belly urged her to seek out something else. with her release from the dunes, eos knew nothing more of the islands nor what it may offer. she knew not where the handsome stranger called home, and could not fathom where to even begin to look. instead, what she did know was her acquaintance from the falls. junia, of the ridge. it took some time for eos to find herself there, but upon arriving on atlantis's shoreline, she discovered the familiar scent of the mare she had met. perhaps it was a blindly made choice, but for a pregnant mare, it made the most sense to seek out the individual she had spoken with the most since arriving on the chain of islands.