The humidity envelopes the Queen, it was sticky and hot, a tell tale sign of the storms that would soon barrel down on the island of Atlantis. She flicks her dark tail over her spotted hindquarters chasing away any flies that chose to land on her twitching hide. A single ear swivels as the roar of thunder rolls in the distance, just barely audible above the crash of the white capped waves against the sands of the beach. The soft buzz of the bugs go quiet, she lifts her head higher, they were only quiet a few minutes before continuing their buzzing. Peculiar. The only reason the bugs would go quiet is if there was someone in her territory, tromping through the foliage.

Elodie steps from the shade of the trees, her bicolored eyes scan the shoreline, and traces up along the grassy knoll to the jagged rock that stuck abruptly out. There... A pale colored horse wanders casually as if they were lost. With a snort, the spotted roan mare breaks out into a ground covering lope. The breeze pushes her dark mass of forelock from her eyes as she continues to watch the stranger climb higher. She turns and starts to ascend the grassy knoll, she slows to a swinging walk to conserve energy. A sweat begins to break out beneath her thick mane, it was a humid and hot day, the perfect conditions for a storm. As she slows she can hear the deep voice of the stallion, as he carries on a conversation. Elodie halts and looks over her shoulder for another horse. Who in the Hell was he talking to?

"If you are looking for a welcoming committee Breeder, you will not find it here." She says, getting straight to the point. She strides forward until she is within a few feet of him, she halts, her bicolored eyes looking up at him. "I am Elodie, Queen of the Ridge. What is your purpose here?" She asks suspiciously.