As they come to the pebbled beach of the Inlet it is clear her mind was already made. Unlike Pyre who seemed quite curious at his interest, this mare could care less. He could only assume that she had someone left behind where Pyre had been neglected. Nico had only assumed a new herd meant weaker bonds, but he was wrong. Who ever it was that held her attention held it strongly.

"Understood," He says as his legs push past the gentle waves. Nico slowly removes himself from the water and turns his head towards the bright autumn sky. He allows silence to pass between them as he waits for her to reach the Shore (and settle in her anger) before speaking again. He turns towards her with a smile. "Then use this opportunity to learn a new culture. I am sure there are many differences between our homes." He couldn't quite understand how his father had survived the move from the Cove to the Desert. He had visited to figure it out, but he himself couldn't do it.

That was the first time the Inlet had became his home. "Welcome to the Inlet," He begins. "My name is Nicodemus de Solomon. May I know your name, lady of the sands?" This mare may not turn out to be a desert flower like Pyre was, but all was not lost. She may provide something else he didn't know he needed yet.