Sova had never been particularly skilled in the art of reading emotions. Perhaps it was because her mother had been perpetually sad and her father, from what she knew, had been particularly quiet and stoic. She had always found comfort in keeping company with those that had easily readable emotions and reactions, so with the black creature across from her speaking with a softly uplifting voice, Sova almost wants to smile at the idea of finding, perhaps, a friend or companion in this place that seemed so intent on killing, if not, maiming her with the heat. “I can appreciate that.” She says, shifting her position in the water and causing it to slosh quietly around her, licking up against her back and once again happily cooling her.

At some point, it would have dawned on the smoky mare to stand, as would be polite, but she was more than content to be bathing in the water for as long as she was allowed. As their conversation turns towards Sova potentially being put off by Encantador’s temper, the girl almost chuckles, almost. “I wanted to see more.”

For most of Sova’s childhood, she had lived here on the islands, but shortly after the disappearance of her father, her mother had uprooted the girl and taken her to the mainland, finding solace in the rolling hills and tall-treed forests that grew there. “I was born here. My mother had taken me to the mainland shortly after that.” Thinking back to her father, she wonders if it was worth returning in hopes of finding him. “I came back to meet my father, he disappeared just before my mother took me to the mainland.”

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