They wind up on Tinuvel, where Arneis has never visited. He doesn’t really like the cold, but he does like Parvati and Devi and the rest of his herdmates, so he goes happily enough. Maybe here he will find his mother - a whole additional island to explore, new experiences. It can only be a good thing, right? Even if, right now, he is shivering, staring out over the cold, frozen landscape. The very inlet they now call home is solid ice, and they’re barely out of Autumn. It’s a far cry from the mild four seasons he got used to back on Luthien.

But so far, he’s been keeping warm. Pressing up against Parvati, snuggling Devi (his daughter? Is that the term when you’re only one of many fathers? Arneis doesn’t know - things weren’t done that way in his old herd. One father, many mothers - and here, many fathers, one mother.) Arneis shivers against the wind, and looks around. He’s bored, he’s lonely. He’s feeling unsettled about the move, unsettled that he never made any progress towards finding his mother. More than a year gone, he’s finally a stallion, and still hasn’t found her at all. Maybe he never will.

But he can’t let such dark thoughts get him down - and the best way to do that is to not be alone. Maybe Parv is nearby? Arneis looks around, but he doesn’t see her anywhere, He lets out a sad sigh, then turns and wanders in further inland. The sun is high in the sky, but he knows the light won’t last long - days are so short in the Winter. He calls out loudly, hoping that someone in his herd is nearby - with all of the change, Arneis doesn’t also want to be alone.