Onawa's eyes flicker to the chiseled face of Dock. She could see the worry lines that crease the mares face, she wonders quietly how many lines Chumani had put into her face. She smiles at the thought. "They all are in their own way. Chumani wasn't much of a mischievous one, but she sure could make me worry." She sighs, deep down she knows that soon Chumani will depart on her own. She will leave the Prairie, to go out into the islands and explore for herself.

She swivels her ears as Dock begins to speak again. Concern consumes her as she listens to Dock's sad words. "I know your feelings, Dock. I have felt heartbreak, this is how I ended here. Life has a funny way of beating us down." Her two toned eyes linger on Dock. "Oswin is a gift, and so is this life. It has taken me some time to relise this." She offers a smile, and quietly wonders what Dock has endured, but does not have the courage to ask.

Her eyes flick to a few lone trees behind Dock, the herd had gathered close to the shade. She sighs contently, life in the Prairie, was relaxed. She relaxes and cocks her hind hoof, her white tail flicks over her spotted sides. "How did you meet Valentine? She questions curiously.