Alune remained politely silent as this Kisamoa stated his piece, instead, half of his attention was instead diverted to the pale mare beside him as she leaned into his touch. He didn't miss the mischievious twinkle in her eye when he called her by such a title. Old habits died hard, and considering his dear Thero'shan was no less of a lady despite some of her wild and voracious habits, he would not be swayed to call her anything less. Leonine tail coiled neatly around his hocks as the swan-like wing embraced him despite their lofty height differences, any tension that he may or may not have had knotted within his withers disappated at the touch immediately. An invisible brow rose at the subtle realization but he thought nothing of it after a moment, exhaling a silent snort and his head lowered to meet Erthe's on a more personal level when the Sea God spoke once more with intention.

A pale, unblinking eye met the little lady's glance, it was very clever indeed. Most equines had never savoured the thrill beneath the waves, and while once upon a time, Alune had ventured deep beneath the waves. He had been an Oracle then, wreathed in starlit and the Moon's embrace. He had floated within a opalescent shell of starlight to meet with the Water Goddess and her own Oracle. Ah, those memories seemed an era away now, a sad but fond smile graced his twilight hued muzzle. Perhaps this Sea God was more Naga-like than he first thought, such crafty tricks — albeit this could be a more playful trick as he said, and not one which would take them fathoms from breath and shoreline.

Before he could make up his own mind, Erthe made it up for him. Her sudden movement forward toward the spray spurned him into action behind her with a protective edge in his stride. A pale eye is cast toward the rest who are heading in their direction also, noting those of the Edge with a determined note to keep an eye on them too, if he can. He does not want any of his herd to come to harm in the unknown depths.

A mouthful of seaweed is taken with a passive note, there are more disgusting things in the world to find in your mouth, and he refrains from letting out a chuckle at the lewd thought. No, better to chuckle and chuff once they are firmly back on shore, it is purely business and curiousity now. He has to keep his pale lady safe, as well as show a strong bond of unity to the rest of his family.
The tide does not take him as quickly as the smaller ones, his frame stays above the breath of the sea a note longer before he dives, long forelimbs outstretched as his back legs kick to send him leisurely downward. Alune can't help but wonder, as the sunlit waters begin to become no more of a halo above his head, if it is a trick, and what awaits them beneath is really just a handful of harmless sea creatures or something much more foul.