That's exactly what the grey mare finds herself doing, for no other reason than she's curious about what could possibly be dragging her two youngest children away from her warm bosom. She isn't the possessive sort of mother, the kind who will follow her foals until they're practically at adulthood; she is content to let them make their own decisions and their own mistakes, within reason. Her inner mama-bear will happily rear up at any sign of danger, but overall she fancies herself as a fairly laid-back dam.

It's sheer boredom that leads her to follow her newest offspring. She hasn't got a lot else to do, and she is deeply interested in what they seem to be so eager to get to. So as not to cramp their style (in case they're going to meet friends - she would hate them to become known as The Poor Twins With The Creepily Smothering Mother), she keeps herself hidden from them. She also leaves Dominus behind, because despite his predatory instincts making him rather good at tracking and stalking, he is prone to breaking her cover should anything tasty cross his path. So, alone and feeling an odd thrill of delight about her behaviour, the silver soldier follows her twins under the cover of trees and foliage.

It isn't long before they arrive at the beach, and Nyx sees both Arakh and Esinakh make their way across a bridge she's quite sure wasn't there when she last came here. Feeling her familiar sense of trepidation at the idea of deep water, the grey allows her curiosity to get the better of her and lead her across the bridge. She keeps a good distance from her children, as though she'd just happened to be heading in the same direction as them, then trots merrily towards them as they gather nearby. "Hello, dears," she greets, attempting to press her muzzle affectionately to each of their sides. Hey, she'd promised not to embarrass them by obviously stalking them, but that didn't include public displays of affection.

She sees her older daughter, Oizys, nearby as well. The girl's inner darkness and aloofness gives Nyx a pause for thought as she considers whether she should really approach the grey filly, but that doesn't stop her from doing so. A huff of greeting is given to the young gargoyle before the mare turns to settle a safe distance between all three of her children. For the first time, she sees what they're looking at - amidst the milling hoards, there's a thing. A sea-stinking, odd thing that looks like nothing on earth, and which Nyx openly stares open-mouthed as she lurks amongst the crowd.