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throughout countless reunions and goodbyes Posted on March 22, 2020 at 00:09:23 AM by Coda
In a way, the sheer exhaustion Coda felt was comforting. If it took all she had to push through it and keep swimming, then she didn't have to think about what came before, or what in the world she was going to do now that she'd left the continent behind and there was no one with her anymore. No one to call friend, nowhere to call home. But none of that was more important than keeping her legs moving because if she didn't, she'd never reach land.
By the time her hooves hit wet sand, Coda felt as if she herself was made out of the crumbly material, that her body might fail her and collapse into an inert pile of sand at any moment. But because walking couldn't possibly feel that much worse than standing still, she forced herself to move forward. She was hungry and thirsty, and the saltwater clung to her greyed coat in a way that felt unpleasant. She should do something about that.
But there was no river or lake in sight here, although up ahead where the beach ended there appeared to be good grazing. That was fine for now; Coda could settle for a few bites of grass to recover. She inhaled deeply, letting the salty sea air she'd long since grown tired of fill her lungs, before wearily setting out for the fields. There were many other horses here, most caught up in their own conversations, but one dun mare - maybe around her age, but Coda was bad at guessing - grazed alone. Was she ready to meet someone new in her current state? Coda didn't know, but she figured if the answer wasn't a definite "no" she could probably at least try to handle it. "Hello," she greeted, walking closer to the distance where they could have a comfortable conversation. And upon noticing that this mare, too, smelled of ocean salt: "Are you new here, too?"
Then, because she was hungry and tired and no one was here to stop her for 'manners' or 'messiness', Coda dropped her head and took a huge mouthful of grass. She was an adult. She could do whatever she wanted. Replies: