Gryffen's mission had been clear - follow the red wytch, and see what she was up to. Stalk her, know her every movement, from where she sleeps, to where she eats, to who she's talking to and who she's fucking. Know everything, and then report back to the wraith with some valuable information.
He wouldn't go back to Sylva until he had just that.
This is where her aroma had led him. The journey to Ischia takes him but a few days, the swim being the hardest part. His legs are shorter than that of a "normal" horse, and he had to work double time to be able to get there without drowning. How he wished he could fly here. Maybe someday.
As he emerges from the water, he makes a point of covering up the odor of Sylva (which, since Gryffen's party, smelled strongly of sex and fire, it was hard to miss). He rolls his soaking wet body until he is immersed in a thick, impenetrable layer of sand. The more he is concealed, the better chance he had of not being detected. He looks around him, then makes a beeline for the heavy forest (oh how perfect it was for trailing the crimson mare), and begins to sniff around for her.
He catches her scent quicker than anticipated, and finds himself hunting the island for her. His body, already low to the ground, glides through the palms; he ducks under trees, wiggles stealthily through tropical flora, until finally, finally he spots her. He makes a point of lowering himself close to the ground, not daring to crack a branch or crunch of leaf.
She stands with another mare, some scarred, smokey black thing, and they talk together. He is in earshot of their entire conversation. They exchange words about how the "Daughter-of-the-stars" has messed up with a man named Amet, because she has fallen in love with another as well, Castile. They talk about some "Dragon-King," and how the stranger is impregnated by him. The clown stifles a laugh when the mare does not realize she is carrying his child. It seems as though she's taking care of her.
Not much is said about the wytch, but he does gain several "names" of those she associates with:
"Wolf-of-the-water".
"Daughter-of-the-stars," Ciri.
Amet, the "Dragon-King".
Castile.
But most importantly, he now knows her own...Jah-Lilah.
Modicum Mortem
They all float…
Don't mind him, on some business for Gryffen
