Saphira had no doubt she had chosen right when the white lady smiled in turn. There seemed to be a change, the way she stretched her neck, holding her frame. Pride could be a bad thing, but the grey didn't think it was in this case. If this lady served Apollo, the Foothills in that way, what could be wrong with them? If you didn't love your home, the purpose you had, what good was it?

Politely in turn, she tipped her snout to the other, meaning to step forward to follow the pale one. Instead, she froze, green eyes blinking in a manner of interest when she entered her personal bubble. Most situations, she would have balked, especially at the size. No, Artemis had no intention to hurt her. The equine thought she meant to offer a touch of acceptance, but merely spoke of her assurance again. All the more Saphira wanted to meet this brother. Ears perkings forward, she had a placed small smile to her muzzle, the only sign she was eager for this unknown path.

So they traveled. This was more like it. With a steady guide, aware of the terrain she found her legs easily following into step with the white Unicorn. Dare she admit she was excited? She hadn't felt this way for awhile, and pushed the feeling into making her feet keep up. Little idea what she was getting into she wanted to get there fast. The mare held back from showing too much of this. The grey never liked to come off as a giddy child. No, long had she learned to work, stretching strides to keep up, to out live all others. It did take time to get there, but her green eyes took in all she could, trying to make an invisible map of how to get to her new home. Often the other sights of places she would wish to see.

When the mountains came into view, the sparkling falls catching her eye, she had to pause to take it all in. This was real. This was where she was going to live. Artemis pulled up to the very pull, her green eyes shot around, but she couldn't help but stare at the clear surface of the water. It looked so unreal. Knowing she was about to face company, she quickly shuffled from the edge, coming to stand beside Artemis. It was hard to stand proudly in the lady's presence, the gentle way the Unicorn continued to hold tremendously helped. Why, after all, shouldn't Saphira be confident? Proud? She was a survivor, and her body proved that.