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The salt water was relentless as it swelled into her nostrils and her airways burned with each breath. Yet the darkened mare swam on, pained and tired but unwilling to give up - never willing to give up. By the time she reached the shore her lungs were ablaze and her legs shook; her mood undoubtably soured by the long and expansive swim across a salty sea. Gothel's gaze carries to where she had swam from, the land was too far off to be seen from the island, but the memories were still fresh within her head. Chased off and exiled by her herd; she chose to swim on instead of lingering where she was unwanted. A pang brings her attention to a small gash on her hide. So distracted from the pain in her lungs she had almost forgotten about the going away present her brother had given her. With a sneer and a violent shake of her body she turns away from the shore and slinks further inland of the unknown island.

Spring is upon the territory and between steps Gothel finds herself lowering her skull to grab at the lush, grassy roots that reach towards her open lips. Ears flicker continuously to listen for the trickle of fresh water, the salt from the ocean had taken its toll on her and her parched throat screamed for relief. However it's her nose that finds respite; a few hundred feet away a small pond awaits her. She drinks her fill and continues on her fool's journey. It's under a shady tree - full of leaves and squawking birds - that she realizes how utterly exhausted she is. With a loud groan she almost throws herself upon the plush grass, loudly smacking her lips together as she tears the greenery from the soil. With her back pressed up against the tree she can't help but doze off, the warm spring air ever so carefully picking up her scent and wafting it away.