My little silverling had not been looking forward to plunging back into the deep, black tremulous waters of the ocean once again. If she had thought the waters were frigid when first she had come to the islands, they were even colder this time around. A sharp inhale of breath catches in her lungs as the cold, frothy waters crash around her silver legs as she follows the red stallion over the wet sands.

She lingers for a moment in the cold shallows as Shamwari plunges deep into the stormy waters, his body buried beneath the depths until only his head hovers above the waves. Paper thin nostrils flare as with a shake of her head to calm her nerves Larka plunges in after him, determined to not be left behind on account of her fears. The icy wind causes the foaming salt waters to lap at her cheek, causing the beautiful silver white of her coat to turn a dull gray. Tiny cupped ears lace tightly against her skull in concentration as she focuses solely on the form of the russet stallion as his head bobs strongly above the currents leading to a nearby island.

The swim to Luthien was not nearly as far as her first experience into the ocean had been, but the waterway between the islands was much more tremulous than when she had first entered the ocean. When finally her hooves reach the ocean floor beneath her, Larka is all but panting from the exertion. A new sense of awe came upon her now for the hansom red stallion as his muscular frame moves eagerly to the shore and out of the reach of the ocean waves. A soft chuckle escapes her lungs now as she wades carefully from the shallows and gives her body a shake, causing long black tresses to slap loudly against the sleek curve of her arched neck. "Wow, I don't remember the waters being quite so tough to maneuver on my way to the islands." she breathes giving herself one more quick shake before trotting towards his side. He looks to her, a gentle smile filled with pride flashing across his hansom ash dusted features as he introduces her to his home. There is joy in his voice, and perhaps a sense of relief to once more be upon his lands once more.

His smile is mirrored on her own sultry lips as the dark haired maiden lets her silver blue eyes drift from him to the rolling hills that lay before them. Very few trees grew here, and those that did were sparse and far between, but they seemed to provide adequate shelter for the milling forms that appeared to make up his herd. "The view is worth it though." she murmurs taking a step closer to his side, taking advantage of his nearness to warm her shivering body. "Does the prairie make up the entire island?" she inquires curiously, her raven tipped ears flickering curiously among the salt encrusted tresses of her wet, curling black mane.