a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be

Wasp's dark nostrils flair as she breathes in the crisp, cold air of Tinuvel. It helps awaken her senses momentarily, and leave that dreary, exhausted feeling behind. At least for now. She walks in long, slow strides to match Liland's shorter but quicker ones, the obvious conformation differences in their genetics and breeding becoming so glaringly apparent. She listens with interest as the stallion explains what Wasp had assumed was true - that he was new to the islands.

Her amber eyes sweep over the mares he'd already collected to the Bay in the distance, but doesn't push Liland to introduce her. Instead, she stays focused on him. Having spent so much time in the Peak, it seemed worthwhile for her to get know the history and the current happenings among the terrains and its leaders. "It is a beautiful place." She confirms with the bob of her heavy head, her eyes flitting to their surroundings now. "My father lived here, actually." She says, her thoughts becoming spoken out loud as her tired mind begins to wander. She quickly revisits the scene of the first and only time she ever met him. She faintly remembers being rather cruel to Diamant at the time, but she was merely just a filly. Her heart ached now, to know she was likely an orphan - so far removed from both of the souls who gave her this life.

With an interest in pushing her mind toward any other thought that different involve Diamant or Macabre, Wasp remembers the line Liland mentioned about the Inlet. "So what's the deal with your neighbor? The inlet?" She asks dropping her head to grab at a few tough reeds that sprouted through the dirt.

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