He wasn’t entirely sure where he was. The massive black stallion had been knocked into the sea during a violent storm by a falling tree, though he only remembered the event in little bits and pieces. He did not remember the swim at all, or anything before the storm. He woke up with branch bits caught in his mane, scratches across one flank, and a terrible headache.
The young stallion stumbled ungracefully to his feet from where he had been curled in the sand. Sunlight stabbed into his eyes, and he groaned quietly and headed toward the shade of the inland trees. He tripped a few times, his eyes only slits as he attempted to block out the bright sun as best he could. At least it wasn’t too hot. It was still early morning - the rising sun had woken him up as it broke over the horizon and shone directly into his face - and cool mist rolled about in the trees, soothing his aching body as the shade calmed his pounding head. He let out a sigh of relief and opened his eyes a little wider. He could kind of see where he was going now without feeling like needles were being pressed into his eyeballs, though he was a bit dizzy still.
Though he was glad to be safe, Blue had no concept of where he was, and navigated the quiet island with caution. He was a big horse, but he was young, and his life so far had not taught him the sense of invulnerability many young colts possessed. He had lived with his mother until the storm that shoved him into the sea, and she had been quiet and kind and merciful. He could not remember what had happened to her, but he knew she had not followed him into the waves.
He would have to go back and look for her at some point, he thought as he made his way toward a quiet clearing carpeted with lush grass. He began to graze, and planned the day ahead of him. He would eat, rest, and find water before beginning his search for his mother.