The look she shot the spotted stallion was one of gratitude. He was here, and that was a kindness in itself. But it was not beyond her reach to behave as her new station required, and besides, she'd always enjoyed the task of greeting newcomers before anyone made it her job.
The spatter painted mare was lovely in a rough and tumble way, clearly someone unafraid of living life. Her smile made it easy to return the expression in a carefree manner. Aquaria let herself relax a bit, enough to be a gracious hostess, even if a whisper of doubt nudged the back of her mind. Larke had been pretty and sweet too.
That didn't seem to be the way the current was flowing today though. "We're glad to have you, Warlight," she said, calling on a practiced confidence to mask the anxiety the meeting had wrought on her. "Please, don't leave on our account. We Ischians pride ourselves on hospitality, and a tour from Aodhán is not a thing to be missed." A chuckle bubbled unexpectedly from her lips. Charming stag that he was, she felt certain Aodhán would treat their guest appropriately.
That was all, she thought, until the eerie sense of being watched drew her eyes upwards. The basalt cliffs that edged the shore revealed the heavily pregnant form of a new acquaintance. Wrena, large and surly looking, but present nonetheless. A flickering smile was cast upward towards the bay woman, acknowledgment and appreciation of her presence. That she'd shown up at all was more than a little surprising. Aquaria didn't grudge her the brief and distant cameo.
@[Warlight] @[Aodhan] @[wrena]