In the time before Lyden decided their move, Skylar had spent much of the hours standing at the shoreline. Golden eyes cast out at the distant shape of the Crossing she couldn’t help but feel emptiness as she looked at it. The blue and white woman had missed her home terribly, a deep aching sensation that made her stomach tie in knots. Although she had not known the women of the Peak anymore, so many new faces touching the land, yet it had not mattered. The ways of the warrior women called to her soul, a siren she could not resist but she had spent a whole year away and now that feeling had numbed.


Now as Skylar traveled behind her daughter, the young girl making herself Lyden’s shadow, her head was not low but level. It rested evenly with her withers as her black rimmed ears tilted back to listen and make sure no intruder rush up behind them. Golden eyes cast her gaze around them, taking in the scenery change and how easily this could be considered heaven. Perhaps this was not the worst move she had ever made; it seemed this place had fewer dangers for their daughter than the Ridge. But the thought of this territories keeper did not slip her mind and she had to wonder, was he a good man or a devil in disguise?


Lyden’s voice then rang out across the sands, being swept up in the wind and carried out to sea. Skylar stopped, her body now standing protectively beside Accalia as her head rose to get a better picture of their surroundings. The buckskin girl had no endeavors of keeping to a mannerly fashion next to her mother. Instead she stepped up closer to her father, her yearling back still much shorter than his, and let out her own ringing call. Brave, but foolish to bring on that sort of attention when she did not know the dangers this strange man might present.


The trio was not kept waiting long when the man arrived and Skylar could not say she wasn’t impressed by his handsome features. His coloring was of most intriguing and so was his voice. Moving to stand equal with her stallion, the thought of it not pleasing him failing to reach his mind, Skylar offers her nose in return to him as he presents his. “My name is Skylar” she answers him with a faint dip of her head in a respectful greeting as he welcomes them to his home. “And I am Accalia” the buckskin girl quickly pips up as well, no more skittish than her mother.