It seemed that, with every passing hour since they had arrived in this island chain, Daire was relaxing a little more. She wasn't going to be fully comfortable soon - if ever- with these foreign surroundings, but seeing Lir upbeat, curious, and running a few yards ahead of them and back did wonders to lift her mood. It also helped that Zevulun was an easy companion. They had talked a bit on the journey to his home, a place called the Prairie on another island, but, even with his warm nature, Daire couldn't quite open up. There was too much in her past, and she desperately wanted to start over. Perhaps if things came up in conversation through their time together -- however long that might be -- then she would divulge more.

Wherever it was that Zevulun was leading them wasn't too terribly far, if what he said was true. They just had to cross a bit of ocean to get there. Thankfully, these were more shallow waters than those she and Lir had to cross before, and it was a far shorter distance. She was eager to rest once they arrived in the Prairie, to finally feel safe enough somewhere to lay down and sleep as deeply as she needed to. Once breaching the shores of Luthien, Zevulun had deftly led them between territory lines. He explained some things about who led what and where. She tried to absorb it all, but it was going to take some time before she knew these things even remotely as well as he did.

Daire's brown eyes watched the pale stallion observantly as they crossed into the Prairie. If he had lit up before when speaking of it on the way here, it was nothing compared to the pride emanating from him as they strode forward. He seemed to truly care for all who lived within his borders, and Daire was glad to have that sentiment extended her way. She wasn't so much "desired" or "cared for" in the lands she'd come from. The mare couldn't blame them so much as she had been a bit trifling those years ago. She was still prideful in some ways, just not as eager to start drama.

Surprisingly, Zevulun had not said much about those that lived here under his care. He had been true to his word in telling her about his island and the chain it belonged to. She had been glad of it. There was no mistaking it. Perhaps it was better that he didn't say much about them, the residents. Granted, some general tidbits are nice to know; Daire was more the sort to lean on her own experiences with those around her rather than proposed niceties. She would learn far better that way.

"It is quite a pretty land from what little I've seen so far, Zevulun," she offered with a polite smile. "Have you and your herd lived here long?"