The warmer waters of Atlantis enveloped her as she set off once more for the crossing isle. While she was grateful for Talya's arrival the chance that the little grey mare may choose not to stay lingered over her. Her thoughts battered her just as much as the waves. Where the temperatures mixed, the waters were rather rough and turbulent. Her limbs struck out to keep her head above water before panic set in. Though it wasn't the storm that had dragged her away it was close enough to cause her limbs to desperately draw her into the safety of the beach.
Her ears lay tangled in her mane in disgust as she sharply kicked out at the bubbling waves. Her legs burned from the effort, but she had not forgotten why she was there. It was time for her to make up for her mistakes. Her blue orbs cast their gaze on those lost souls who ended up here. Whilst she wish she could lure them all a little one and someone she assumed to be the mother caught her attention. She couldn't exactly gather what they were saying or where exactly they were headed, but she found herself drawn towards them.
The tail end of the conversation forced a look of amusement to cross her features. She couldn't say she knew the feeling but she did understand having the desire to be free from...expectations or at least traditional ones. A soft nicker escaped her maw calling out to the pair before approaching; "This place isn't safe for those without a place to call home. I would hate to see someone snatch you away from your quest." She broached the subject carefully and with the intention to persuade the pair to follow her home and yet if force had to be the way of it then she would act. Slithering ever so closer she eyed the pair and kept her friendly demeanor. "The name is Enya by the way, to whom do I owe the pleasure?" she purred cheerfully.