Titania knew it was time to leave the mainland when the dreams started.
She had been content there, in the depths of their firefly-studded fairy glade. From the moment of her arrival on this earth, during the height of a midsummer meteor shower, the fairies knew she had been destined for greatness, and as she had come of age the white-speckled mare had drawn the attention of King Oberon. She had joined him of her own accord, as equals, and together they’d spent a few years in happily wedded bliss. Normally, the Criollo mix slept heavily, such was the peace and contentment held within their enchanted forest… but months ago, as she’d slept within her and Oberon’s sacred fairy ring, the pitch-black of her restful mind turned brackish gray, crested with the bubbling foam of a stormy sea.
She saw a line of coast, surrounded by storm clouds. ”The waves rose, gigantic, and crashed around her compact frame, dragging her into their depths, and when she next knew the feel of solid ground, she saw a place so covered in dense underbrush one could lose themselves in it forever and never be found.” In her dreams, someone did find her - drenched in shadow, she never could pick out what they looked like, but the aura of peace, of belonging, that emanated from her savior instantly washed away all of her worries. This mysterious dreamwalker felt like home in a way that even her merry glade couldn’t.
Titania always awoke before the fine details became clear. From the moment the dreaming started, a restlessness grew within her, and she found herself spending more and more time venturing out to the nearby coast, staring at the waves. They had always been peaceful. Life for the mare in general had been peaceful, after the turbulent circumstances of her birth. When the seas turned, she knew it would be time to go and meet the destiny that called her, wherever and whatever that was.