Goose looked quite ecstatic with her choice to go home with him. She had done that; she had actually made another happy for once in her life. This new feeling left her warm, soothing the chill left behind by the rain and her past memories. This was to be a good memory then. He accepts her reaching nose with the extension of his own, their breaths mingling for a sparse moment as they take in the others scent. Loire eagerly follows after Goose as he leads her away from the grassy fields, her heart thrilled to see this wonderful place he called home. Back into the ocean they went, the sea eerily calm despite the storm clouds brewing above, perhaps waiting for the pair of horses to take their swim before causing more mayhem. She blinks her thanks up at the gray sky.

The sea empties them out into a large rounded bay, the dark waters brightening to an almost crystal clear look the more they trudged on to shore. Loire was torn between swimming and looking down at the little fish that swim past her hooves. The calm waters push them along, a happy sigh leaving Loire when her feet meet the soft sands and she can pull herself free. With a hefty shake of her neck she shakes free the clinging clutches of water, leaving her skin to remain damp and not soaking as it had been. Much better. At her companions words she looks over to him, blue eyes sparkling with this newfound adventure before her. “It is the most beautiful Goose,” she replies, eyes then moving on to the tall trees of the forest ahead, and then to the sheer hills and cliffs that rimmed the edges of the bay itself.

“How long have you called this home?”.