She had done just as he had told her not to do; she reflected with a miniscule smile stamped onto her face. Though, she did not had problem in finding the most correct landing space for her to follow the man.

For some time she had lingered on the edge of the Crossing, her hooves dipped in the ocean, the salt climbing up her legs until the skin from her knees down were opaque white in color. Most of her time wallowing had been spent staring down the path where the stallion had disappeared, and occasionally (with a stubborn quirk of her non-existent eyebrows) she would flick her eyes across the rest of the expanse and stare all her other potential suitors in the face… from a distance of course.

No one seemed to be interested in her that day.

Not that it mattered her, she had already filled her quota of meeting interesting people for the day, and, with a dramatic flourish of a spin, she disappears back into the ocean once more- repeating her actions from earlier in the day but only in reverse.

Where she had landed, she had no idea. It was dry and arid as she rose out of the ocean, wearing seaweed in her mane as though they were strategically placed jewels, her skin stinking of salt and the sea, her fur ruffled with the extra weight of the water. It had been decided long ago, in her slowly growing mind, that it was found to be fitting that the coastline was her closet and all the gritty creatures and the salty water that went with it were her accessories, carefully entwined in her mane and dressed down her tail, sometimes slathered up her body. With sand spraying up her legs from the walk up from the beach to the rest of the terrain, which evidently was mostly comprised of fine sand as well, she looked feral, despite her clean demeanour and pristine posture… Sova just looked a little more wild than before.

Which was a very long drive from her actual personality.

Picking up her habit of staring, she wanders a little further up the beach, indifferent to the debris that had collected across body, and stares up into the vast wasteland of the desert. It was nauseating and intimidating, but there was a sense of adventure that came with the scorching heat of this new place.

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