A soft call catches her attention as she stops. Dark ears perk and twist towards the sound of the approaching mare. Eeva turns her auburn eyes to see the blue roan paint trotting closer. A small smiles pulls at her lips though she wasn't exactly happy. This is not the place she would have chosen to be. It was cold, the leader was honestly terrifying, and she was away from Dovah. Not only Dovah, but she missed Atlantis. The warmer weather, the beautiful wildlife, and the memories of her fallen mother.

As the mare says hello Eeva notices her raspy voice. First the stone cold their who never uttered a word to her and now his mares barely able to speak. She was beginning to wonder if this land was cursed. Perhaps the frigid cold of winter causes them enough pain to lose their voice. But then how could Solomon still talk? It just didn't make sense. "Hello," She says softly. "I assume you are a mare of that black stallion that forced me here. Do you know his name?"

It felt odd that she didn't even know the stallion's name after being here for days. It wasn't like her to demand answers from a stranger this way, but desperate times ya know? Eeva has never quite been in a situation like this before. She had been held against her will before, but never like this. At least when she had been uncomfortable under Annbuis's charge she was still living in Atlantis.