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In the quiet of the Harbor, Kimber had found no more comfort than she had on the Crossing. Once more she was placed into solitude, and again she began to wonder if that was how she was destined to be? Locked in the quiet of her home, to not be touched or loved aside from the gaze of her trusted knight from afar. It was both depressing, and unmotivating. To have started out at such a young age, being left by her mother; the only soul destined to always love her. Kimber wouldn’t think it even possible if not for Askold.


Shaking her head to try and rid the nasty thoughts, the young mare moved from the shade of the jungle and towards the churning salt water that she had emerged from. The crossing hadn’t been that far, and the golden mare that had come to collect her had done so in order to build her herd. To no longer be alone. Was that what she was supposed to do now? To go and collect colorful trinkets for her to enjoy the company of?


With a uncertain snort, Kimber stepped into the froth of the waves, and eased off into the clutches of the water with the Crossing in her sights. She needed to do this. She had to do this. By time her hooves struck earth once again, the young mare was even more determined to see this through. To not be alone as she had been her entire life. The painted girl didn’t even have time to shake the water from her coat when she heard a call ring out across the open land. Pulling her eyes to him.


When Kimber spotted the stallion, she was surprised. She had come here for a colorful addition to her already vibrant home and there he stood. The splash of white across his dark sides giving such contrast that she only stood and stared at him for a moment. The marks upon his flesh to say he was skilled in battle was totally missed, as was the fact he was a mature stallion, older than herself. Kimber had only seen those from afar as well, the others she had interacted with being of her own age.


Puffing herself up to look bigger (though she was by no means a small mare), Kimber danced across the space between them on floating feathered legs. Her mane plastered to her arched neck, and her water dreaded tail held aloft in her display. Only when she come to stand before him did she abruptly stop, her eyes drifting over him now that she had gotten closer. “You’ll be living in the Harbor now.” She stated, trying to be commanding, stomping a front hoof for emphasis. Was that right? Was that how she was supposed to do it? “Please?” she followed with awkwardly before she remembered how the golden mare had placed her teeth upon her. Following the only example she knew, Kimber reached out and placed a quick nip to the stallion’s shoulder.