Fate had tied its strings around them... or so it seemed. Irina had come to the Inlet looking for clues to her past and found this stranger who spoke the names of her heritage like he knew them intimately. She was curious to find out what he knew of her past, what he could tell her, but he had questions of his own. And as much as she thirsted for knowledge of her family, she had no real answers for him.

Her breath caught. He asked her of Briar's whereabouts and he stared at her with such hopeful intensity that she had to break eye contact, staring sheepishly at the ground. "I don't know," she admitted, her words soft with embarrassment. She had no way to know if Briar was still around, but it still felt like her fault. "I just got here."

Movement caught her eye, and she glanced up in time to see him closing the distance between them. Her eyes widened and she took a half-step back, uncomfortable with his closeness, and slid her ears forth to catch his next question. "I - I don't know," Irina repeated, shaking her head. "I actually came here to get some answers myself. Is there anyone here that might know of her whereabouts?" Perhaps they could find them together and find what they truly sought. Surely the lead stallion would know if Briar was still around. Irina didn't want to think about what she'd do otherwise.