Tilting her head there is a clear uncertainty as the stallion moves further from the shoreline and towards the brush and trees, the tension that seems to always be riding just behind her excitement of meeting a stranger strains in her chest as she gives a flick of her thick tail and moves forward with pricked ears. “We can do that,” for it had been some time since she had laid eyes upon her dearest and kindest Nephilim and the rest of the herd. Was this now her mantle to bear? Had they fled and forgotten about the little mare? Was this place now her own to protect? It was true she had survived the winter, spring, and summer among the snowy mountains but there was no telling if she could actually protect and guide others. This little bird wasn’t sure.

Moving her small frame slightly before his she gave a gesture of her small skull towards a well worn path leading beneath a vast canopy. The path tilted downwards a bit and Wendy moved into a collected jaunty trot with the decline, tossing a glance over her shoulder at the stallion she gave a more genuine smile as she listened to him, “I grew up on a prairie, is it quite dry?” Slowing back to a walk for the taller stallion to come more adjacent Wendy caught the almost predatory grin on his whiskered lips and although her ears flicked towards the side for a moment they returned back towards their front facing position. “Oh I don’t know… I haven’t left here since I was brought into the mountains to stay out the winter. I haven’t even seen anyone besides the small creatures that call this place home. None of our own kind.”

Realizing a folly of exposing that she was indeed- alone, Wendy quickly twittered, “so what main lands have you traveled to? I heard talk of lots of places to gather besides the common area, and that there are two herds. Do they feud? Why not call home to one of the other islands? Seems like one of those old stories I used to hear about- when two families cannot get along,” she was off trying to distract from her mistake, “something like that.” Rounding a bend they overlooked a lake at the base of the mountains, the trees unable to hide such a vast feature. “That’s where I’ll take you.” A firmness in her voice even she didn’t know she had.

“Is your friend Shamwari a king?” Quiet in this question she wishes to know, this stallion could be a wanderer as he has seemed, though he could also be something else- either more sinister or a creature that is spectacular. All those fairytales from her foal-hood clouded her brain when it came to fully making sense of things, she saw others as knights, wizards, kings, and queens. She herself was of no royal blood, and yet, perhaps she could somehow educate herself into it. Being a foolish child well into her adult-hood would only do her harm.