Well, the winged mare had a point - now that Syrena was watching the wolf pup more closely she could see that it would be of little use in warding off predators. Perhaps, as the mare said, in the future. Though that thought only brought forward new curiosities - she wondered whether this wolf would protect the horse it had bonded to against others of it’s kind, or would it feel the pull toward the pack? If it grew hungry enough, would it gnaw at one of those wings or the soft flesh that covered organ and bone? There did not seem to be any logic associated with the bond and she only imagined it would fracture the moment their interests became misaligned. The wolf was a predator, after all. To deny it any of that… well, Syrena could understand the feeling.

She was beginning to feel as though she had more in common with the pet wolves in Helovia than she did with their masters - a truly unsettling feeling.

A question is asked and her attention turned back to the mare as she stood in the shallow pool, her ankles remaining brightly coloured while the rest of her body continued to shift back to grey as the water evaporated underneath the sun. “I am Syrena, Essetia and her…” A pause, as she tried to recall. It wasn’t quite a pet, perhaps, but what was his name again? She had liked the pair for the simple fact that they had liked her - her ego was easily stroked, especially by one as pretty as the brown mare.

Ah yes, there was the memory. “Romul. They brought me from the dark forest to here, the land of waterfalls.” The conversation with Essetia and another with the warrior December had been the limit of Syrena’s attempt to associate herself with this herd. She had no desire to join the ranks, to serve leaders she had never met. Perhaps Essetia had mentioned them to her on their journey - it was more than likely - but other, actually important things had taken up space in her mind between then and now and she was not likely to have recognized the name of the mare before her, even if it had been given. “And you?” The others she had met so far had been without brilliant colours or extra appendages and yet this mare was - perhaps there was more diversity in Helovia than she had originally assumed.

A shame, really. She had never tried to drown a bird-horse before.

Syrena

let the water take me