Regal head was dipped in acknowledgement of Essetia motioning the way to go and Syrena fell into an easy gait along that direction. She would have hoped to have found somewhere by now but at least they were a little bit closer – this intriguing mare had painted quite the scene for her of – what was it again – the Hidden Falls and she was truly looking forward to seeing it.

As they travelled, it would seem that curiosity had gotten the better of Essetia and a couple questions were asked. “Do you really not know?” Syrena had to remind herself that maybe, just maybe, she was the first of her sisters to have ventured this far west. Perhaps Essetia had no idea what a siren was, or a kelpie. It was just so strange to her. She quite liked the idea of being the first, of introducing Helovia to the majesty that was her kind. Perhaps if it were bountiful enough she could start a new colony here. But those were thoughts for another time. Essetia had been useful enough so far, there was no harm in answering a few questions. Talking about herself would be a welcome distraction from how utterly strange it was to be travelling with another mare and a wolf.

“I’m a siren. Do you have any others here? I need water to… perform.” She paused, thinking about it, and then continued in a very matter-of-fact way, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “To harvest the souls I need to survive.” There were no qualms with sharing this information with Essetia. As a mare, she was hardly a threat nor was she in any sort of danger.

Of course, Syrena had no idea that no one in Helovia was in any sort of danger from her. But the time was drawing near, she would undoubtedly find out before too long.

She continued as they picked their way towards Essetia’s home. “My diet is also primarily composed of water plants, so it just makes sense to have them readily available.” When she wasn’t harvesting souls she was harvesting water spinach or hornwort. Quite the diverse menu.

It did not bother her in the slightest to be asked multiple questions and she would happily answer. “From the east somewhere, I never really paid much attention to the names of the lands I wandered through. I’ve been a nomad, switching scenery every season or so.”

Bar any further questions on her guide’s part, she had one of her own. “Have you been in the Falls for very long?” Though it might not be her preference for the focus of the conversation to shift to anyone but herself, Syrena had to admit she was a little curious about Essetia and this place. What had she wandered into? Was she going to have to do a little more adapting than she was used to? It was fun, putting no effort into catching souls and drowning stallions, but the idea of a challenge was rather exciting.

Syrena

let the water take me