She comes onto the beach sputtering and gasping for breath. She’s never travelled so far at once and had only done so now at her brother’s insistence. Santiago has done everything he could for her, making the best out of a bad situation. She’s told him repeatedly how happy it makes her that he’s finally brought her home.
She coughs and snorts as she drags herself into the dead grass and drops to her knees. She doesn’t remember ever feeling this exhausted, having travelled through the night for the final leg of their journey. She’s just been rewarded with a beautiful sunrise, but the winter air almost cancels it out as it bites at her wet pelt.
She looks around for Santiago’s familiar form but sees only brown grass and the occasional naked tree. She now curses her eagerness to get back to the islands, wondering what had made it a good idea to travel during the colder seasons. If either of them had thought it through, she’s sure they would have decided to wait until summer. Hopefully her pelt will thicken quickly.
She gets to her hooves, her thick white limbs shaking slightly, as she decides that she needs to look for her brother. Unlike him, she has no idea of the orientation of the islands, so if he hasn’t just washed up on a different part of this island, she has no idea where to look.
She knows that drawing attention to herself isn’t the best idea, as Santiago has constantly told her as she’s grown up, but she isn’t about to stand here shivering, waiting for him to find her. ”Santi!” she calls out. ”Santiago! Where are you, hermano?”
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