Larka tried her best to be patient, to be understanding and even supportive when it came to Liland's decisons. When he had left the desert, she was less than thrilled, but she understood why he did it. He wanted to be closer to Zjeena. Though she herself had never spent time alone with the mare, she felt somewhere deep down that she could understand the stallion's decision... his love. It was the same feelings that had her spending many days journeying across the deep channels back and forth to the Prairie. Though she tried to tell herself that the chapter in her life with Shamwari was over, her heart assured her otherwise.

When Liland called them together once again, driving the herd to the ocean waters Larka is less than pleased. She is down right annoyed. Raven dipped ears flex backwards as she follows obediently, careful to keep herself close to Bran should the boy need her assistance. Of course the graying colt does not, and is quick to reassure her that he was fine and she could quit being the overprotective mother but even she did not miss the weary way his thin legs shook as finally they drew upon the rocky shore.

Cold. That was her first thoughts of the island. A chilly wind whips across them, drawing her long dark locks upwards and tangling them with invisible fingers. Glacier eyes search out Liland immediately, her sleek coat shivering against the cold she was not accustomed to. "I hope you are not planning on making this move a permanent one." she inquires, a single earlobe tilting towards him. She shot Bran and Rayna a quick glance, "They are not used to this climate."