This was not the place she remembered.

I suppose if you've seen one beach you've pretty much seen them all, but this one was very different to her. It was beautiful in the way beaches are, but she knew as soon as she stepped from the surf that this was all wrong. The beach she was looking for was special.

This strange, new place was far different from her old home and suddenly Io feels a stab of homesickness so sharp that she has to stop and catch her breath. It's been years since she left, but still...

You can’t go back.

Io is not the easiest person to get along with. She has a ridiculously high standard set when it comes to conversation and life in general. She does not like to touch, or be touched and of course, she cannot be bothered to learn about the locals until they’ve learned all about her heritage. Which is Greek, by the way. But looking at her, you couldn’t tell it. She’s built very petite; the Arabians of the southern desert lands lend heavily to her bloodlines with the occasional hiccup here and there. But those mistakes are what she has to thank for her flashy painted coat. During her brief stay on these islands years ago, the golden stallion had been the only one up to par.

She had to find him.

The loudly painted mare steps boldly from the water, walking inland, hoping she was wrong about this place. She walks with purpose; she walks like she knows exactly where she is going and why she is going there. But in reality, she has no idea where she is and no clue where she might find him.

She stops and casts a careful glance up and down the beach. The smell is unfamiliar, but it's been a long time since she's seen him and she's been so many places and met so many new people since then. There are only a few others gathered here and Io can’t be bothered to approach them. She’d let them come to her and then decide if they were worthy of her time or not.

Maybe he would find her.

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