Her scars told him a story, but not that one she wanted him to know. He saw those marks on her body and he thought she was damaged. She was mare already taken advantage of by another or one who could never listen. He could foresee himself placing a few more scars of her roan hide. This mare would be a handful, probably fight with Celestria too, but he still thought she might enjoy Sabela's company. Neon keeps moving, but not without remarks. Warsaw just rolled his eyes.

He walked with her to the shore. Warsaw didn't hesitate to reach his legs into the ice cold water, but he expected hesitation from Neon. He waited for however long it took her to proceed (if any time at all) and he guided her deeper into the ocean. The trek from the common to Tinuvel was always difficult, but this time it was worth it. This was the first mare he has brought home in nearly two years. Warsaw knee they were getting closer when he felt the temperature change from cold to even colder. In the distance was his frozen island where ice formed across much of the shore.

Warsaw guides Neon through the path of broken shards that he previously swam through until he reached the shore. The grey Andalusian walks a bit further on the beach before shaking off any loose droplets. He spins his body around to face his latest victim. "Welcome to your new home Neon. I hope you can survive the weather on this island, but I trust you'll be alright." He flashes her a toothy grin as he studies the look on her face. He wanted to know just how disappointed she was to be here.