Wynn is no stranger to scars. She bears few of her own, but the coats of both of her parents hold plenty of stories of battles fought, both won and lost. Serenity's, she thinks, are impressive. They lend an edge to the tobiano's appearance that would otherwise be missing, not that she would be unattractive without them, only that their presence makes her seem even more striking.

"The Peak?" She echoes, eyes widening in delighted surprise as she turns her gaze back toward the highest reaches of the mountains. That explained a number of things: the scenery, to be certain, but it also explained why this felt like home. Her companion went on to introduce herself and the young mare's gaze returned to her with a bright smile and soft laugh. "That explains a lot."

She'd have to find the crow and thank him later. She hadn't been planning on coming to the Peak, despite her family's connections here, but the little avian creature had known better for her than she had.

"I'm Wynn. My mom used to live here, and my grandmother - Oswin - was Prime Minister before that. And probably others too, I suppose." She huffed another soft laugh with a shocked shake of her head as her gaze darted away from the mare again, staring at her surroundings as if she were just seeing them again for the first time. After a moment they were drawn back to Serenity as if she were magnetized. "I hadn't really planned to come here, but it's sort of perfect that I have."

"My mother will be so proud." A soft snort of amusement made the skin around her warm eyes crinkle. Despite the sarcasm in her voice, she did genuinely mean it. From Filumena's stories to her children, she had loved her time in the Peak… she'd just loved her father more. Her thick tail flicked at her hindquarters and she softened her expression as she watched the pretty tobiano mare. "What is the Peak like, then? Truly?"