She comes to the call. Why? That’s a great question, and it keeps running through Syrena’s head. She can’t actually answer the question though. Tallsun is gone, finally, and the relief that comes with it is amazing. Excluding the squalls. Those can stop now. But at least there aren’t random fires breaking out everywhere, and the pools finally aren’t half mud. She could be content there, just hanging in the pools. But instead, she comes to the call. Again, why?

No clue.

On top of just not wanting to do things, she’s still bitter over her encounter with the Mountain that Knows. Chick was seriously worse that Syrena, which was saying something. The problem was they were too damn similar in some ways, and too damn different in all the rest, to have much of a conversation. So instead, Syrena would be building things for a living. Great. Thrilling. Though, that assumed the crafting ranks would even take her. With Brisa gone, she’s not really sure what’s happening there either.

At this rate, she’s going to have to move. Or just give up pretending she’s any good at this herd thing. Except, she’s here, and not many others are. Besides, she’s slightly too stubborn and determined to give up now. She could not go back to moping on the edge of the sea.

Archibald is already there, the Czar she thought was a figment of everyone’s imagination, because she’d been here for months and never seen him till now. Maybe he was waiting out Tallsun. She wouldn’t blame him. There are two other mares, and she stops just a bit behind her Czar and off to the side in time to catch the name Lena, which she doesn’t bother to remember, and a pause for the other’s name. Which honestly, worked just fine for her. Remembering names was far too much to ask. She’s here, she’s listening (mostly).

They keep talking, and she doesn’t say anything, though she does offer a general nod in their direction. To anyone else, it would look like she was politely trying not to interrupt. If you knew her, you’d know she just doesn’t want to talk, and doesn’t care if it’s rude or not. But the golden mare – Rexanna, apparently – says they are there to invite everyone to a festival. This does not seem exactly thrilling, but at the same time, nothing happens in the Falls, ever. It might be something to do. Her ears perk just slightly, starting to actually pay attention.



les words "chat chat"
Don't mind her - she's just uselessly loitering because that's all she's good at.

Syrena

let the water take me