Exploring her new home has been a full-time job, if one she took on warily. Nayl had not unceremoniously booted them out of Nerine, but her suspicious approach when Carwyn had been with Reag’n and Ruan had put the young mare on edge. A part of her understands that the other two, not seeking a home here, could very well have been considered trespassers, but the Queen’s and Celeana’s abrasive natures ran contrary to everything she was used to. The Tundra had been so very large, that everyone had been welcomed even if they served little purpose. Or so it had been in Carwyn’s limited experience; she knows nothing of possessive Kings and banished strangers – it had been a quiet place since she was born.

So it is with some trepidation that she comes to the Queen’s call, taking to the sky to find the black-and-white mare, finally spotting her on a raised point where sand and grass and rock all meet in an assortment of textures. She lands a polite distance away and tucks her wings in close, walking the rest of the way to meet the Queen and the others. She offers a small smile, but it doesn’t extend to her bright blue eyes; she eyes the others warily, still wondering if they will be allowed to stay. She’s come to love the sound of the sea and the wind in the sand, and wistfully thinks she will miss them if they must move on and find a home elsewhere.

When there is a pause in the Queen’s speech, she glances around and then speaks up. For now, she lets herself assume they will be allowed to stay. “I’m Carwyn,” she introduces herself with a little bit bigger smile for anyone who has come. “I’m not sure what I’d like to do, but I’d like to give a few things a try and see what suits me. Do you have a preference for who we find to fight, if we are interested in being soldiers?” Perhaps it looks silly – this young mare, completely unscarred from any previous fighting, with a strange light in her eyes when she talks about becoming a soldier. But everyone must start somewhere.