Grier had wandered away from her spotted friend out of the need for self preservation, but now that her limbs were damp from the knee down and the fresh ocean breeze had managed to dry the worst of the sweat on her body, she once again she sought out her friend. A soft murmur of words up ahead indicated there was some sort of conversation happening and she smiled, glad that Pidgeon was finally making other friends. The two of them had spent most of their time together, as they had in the Bay. For Grier, the reluctance to mingle had much to do with the heat and the unfamiliarity of the terrain rather than lack of desire.

Her approval of Pidgeon's company falters as soon as she sees the creature with whom she is speaking. Rougaru's dashing figure was striking against the verdant green of Paradise and Grier's eyes narrowed as she took him in. Confidently the blimp of a mare marched toward the pair of them, even as the stallion reached out to touch her dearest friend. Both neat ears swept back, a moment of indecision giving her footsteps pause. As much as she distrusted the scheming stallion of Paradise, she was loathe to interrupt a potential relationship if it would bring joy to Pidge.

The sparking of jealousy in her stomach, lodged somewhere in her throat, made her decision for her and the pony mare tutts reproachfully as she approaches. With no further hesitation she settles alongside her spotted friend and fondly touches her pale muzzle against her shoulder.

"I leave my dear friend alone for one wee moment an' the wolves descend." Her tone lilts with the implied joke, but her gaze is neutral as she levels it at the silver bay stallion. "I canna blame ye though. She's a bonny lass."

Grier offers a grin to the girl at her side before flicking her attention back to Rougaru to answer the few bits of their conversation that she'd managed to catch on her approach. "Pidge was the first one te meet me in the Bay, aside from the numpty. An she hasnae managed to shake me yet."

Playfully the pony mare bumps her shoulder against Pidgeon's before continuing. "Afraid we're a bit o' a package deal for the time being. My wean'll need a strong auntie to show 'em the ropes and I canna think of anyone that I'd rather have at my side."

Grier has come to adjust to these Lost Isles over time, but she still misses the beautiful misty forests of her home. There was some sort of magic to the mystery of her homeland that did not linger here. This land seemed borne of bloodshed and testosterone, the borders forged by kings whose names had long ago faded into nothing. It was exciting, perhaps, but not comforting. There was nothing warm or comforting about this land save the individuals within. Of those that she had met, fewer still were worth knowing. Her beautiful friend and Zjeena had won some of her allegiance, but most had sought to use her for some advantage in one way or another. Gnome, Valka, and Monster were perhaps innocent as well, but she had not yet given them many opportunities either.

Only time would tell if they too, were to be trusted.