The Bay remains quiet, but Emhyr's discontent continues to grow. Though Enver now rules at his side, he cannot help but feel it is not enough. He needs to do more, needs to breathe life into the Bay somehow, but the task has proved more difficult than originally expected. Not to mention the lack of forward momentum in uniting Tinuvel. He still envisions a future where the leaders of the tundra island come together, united by a shared belief in a brighter future. Yet Emhyr has found himself growing complacent with the status quo, content to confine himself to his corner of the island and tend to his small flock.

Things will have to change. Soon. Already he is concocting a plan within his mind, vague ideas forming into solid intentions.

Emhyr mulls on this as he patrols the beach, considering where to start. As he lifts his eyes from the stretch of pale sand that lies before him, his gaze comes to settle on an unfamiliar figure lurking in the distance. Dark lashes narrow over ochre eyes as his body grows taut. At a glance, though, there is nothing about their demeanor that screams hostility. Emhyr has become quite adept at recognizing an ill-intentioned intruder, and there is little about the stranger - a mare, he realizes, as he approaches - that tips him off to any troublemaking.

Emhyr whistles out a whinny, slowing his pace to an ambling walk as he draws closer. "I wasn't expecting visitors today," he says by way of greeting, a congenial smile curling upon his lips. "Welcome to the Bay. I'm Emhyr, the lead here." Emhyr's umber gaze drops towards the tidepools, watching as the sand swirls in small eddies across the jagged rocks. "You've found a nice spot, but I must say it's much nicer in the summer when the starfish are out and about." In his youth he had spent many hours on these very beaches, his nose stuck in the water, watching the tiny aquatic ecosystem with awe.

Shifting his gaze back towards the mare, Emhyr turns to face her fully. "What brings you to my home today?"