Roisin was restless, which wasn't particularly surprising. She'd come to the Prairie of her own accord, accepted Lir's claim and settled in, but she had found no more fulfillment here than she'd found in the Peak or in her wanderings. The stilted and awkward conversation with Lorcan had left the Prairie feeling even less like a home, and so, unsettled and frustrated, she had gone off on her own again with hardly a goodbye for the gentle stallion that had done his best to care for her.

For weeks, months even, she had wandered again as she had years ago, hoping to find something, anything, that would occupy her thoughts. She wasn't even sure at this point what she was searching for, only that she hadn't found it yet. The closest she'd come to wanting anything since she was a filly had been the desire to find the enigmatic freckled mare from the Falls, and even in that she had failed.

Coming back to the Prairie now felt like giving up all over again, but she had no other choices. It was this or giving up the islands altogether and swimming for the Mainland.

However, no more had Roisin's pale hooves scuffed a path inland than her musings were cut abruptly short by a stink she would never forget. Her lip curled instinctively and her ears pinned beneath the damp tangle of her mane as she dashed after it. It didn't matter that she held no standing here among the Prairie residents, nor that her power as a valkyrie had evaporated with her abdication, only that the Lagoon was here, and the Lagoon was never here for good reasons.

The dun came upon the scene with a stutter in her step as she recognized the freckled mare. Her mouth gaped open for a moment and she drew to a halt, staring with wide, startled eyes. Zevulun's words broke through her stare and she flowed back into motion again, lunging toward the group with her own maw bared and cream hooves driving for the overo's hind legs in an attempt to cripple him.