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The sea is an unforgiving mistress; she and her currents and waves that threaten to choke and squeeze the very life of the poor souls who tried to navigate her, and yet we; me, my brother and larkspur were stupid enough to brave her storm. There is a fire burning within the golden gaze of the mare who propels herself forward through the water, leg’s scrambling for purchase on the seafloor to boost herself up to no avail and then suddenly she is floundering in open water, cursing her brother and Larkspur both for their idea of adventure from her salt drenched lips that peel back into a snarl. She knew better than to trust him, either of them really, to be tempted to go to the once place her dam had sworn her not to go, but it felt good, this act of rebellion. Someone had to take the blame though, and it certainly wasn’t going to be herself. Just barely she can see Jaskier over the massive waves between them, his smaller form gliding through the water with ease at the side of larkspur, yet it is only her sibling she has the most animosity for.

I am going to drown you when i catch you dear brother

Those were the last angry thoughts she had before a massive wave came up behind her and then onto her, and the stormy gray sky above suddenly went dark.

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There is sand in her mouth when she finally rouses herself awake, the grit heavy on her tongue and clinging to pale lashes that hang low over her golden gaze. Her whole body aches, beaten and tossed ashore she is certain, or else there is an oddly placed piece of land floating in the ocean. “Jaskier,” her voice is raspy from the salt that has been inhaled thus far, coughing up a fair bit more when her call for her sibling goes unanswered. Irritation floods her veins and despite everything that hurts, both on the inside and the outside of her body, she finds the strength to bring herself up to her four hooves and take in the beach she now stands on void of either forms of the horses she had traveled with. She briefly remembers in her drunken thoughts of jeering at her brother as he fought and spat at her when they finally arrived to land, much like a wild cat who’d gotten wet, right before another wave carried him off. Had she gone back for him then and found the same fate?

“Larkspur,” her eyes search this new land for the other male but he is nowhere to be found as well. Well isn’t this just freaking great. Jaskier just had to throw a fit and doom them both to get lost again. She should have just let him drown on his own instead of going back for him like a good sister.

Hyacinth heaves a heavy sigh, blowing the sand from her nose and shaking herself off. She wasn’t about to wait around for her own rescue; how pathetic that would be. Her eyes roam the path now laid out before her which leads her to wandering from the safety of the beach and onto a yellow hued grassy plain. A few other horses linger here and there, some turning their eyes to her but none dare approach the tall mare with a clear bad attitude present in the way she stalks soaking wet across the field. She should have just told them both no and stayed her happy butt on the mainland. Grumbling to herself she finds her own patch of grass void of other creatures to brood over for a while, deciding that sooner or later Jaskier would come bursting out of the undergrowth because he’s pissed off some ilander or two, and the hard work of finding him would be over.

mare - 4 - mutt - 16.0hh
Daughter of Rade