The air was chilly as aallotar waded the surf. The grey water was freezing, chilling her to the bone. Her dark tresses whipped wildly against her thick neck. Her slate color deepening as the water soaked bellow her winter fur. Finally she found some footing in the sloshy sand, pulling herself from the sea. Her dark hooves firmly planted to the beach as she took a few deep breathes stilling her heart. A sigh escapes her lips as she turns her hind to the beach to survey the sea. The waters may be cold, but the alluring feelings were there. Aallotar had often felt a deep connection with the ocean. She pivots on her rear and begins walking the sandy shore. Coat still drenched in salty water she angles herself to the trees. Her movements are smooth as she crosses into the vegetation. If it had been spring or summer, the grey sky would have disappeared under the canaopy of trees. Instead the trees were bare of leaves and trees cast spiderweb-like barriers across the grey sky. She ventured further into the unknown. Her nostrils flared from the many scents of others like her. The trees gave way to a sparse patch of meadow. The grass here was mostly dead. It wasn't beautiful. Not like the sea. Aallotars eyes wandered across the landscape. Decidedly not wanting to cross the treeline into the clearing for safety purposes, she instead hung in the shadows of the sparse trees. Watching. |