Purpose: it was such a fickle thing. It came and went like the tides. Sweeping in with such strength before receding, leaving her trembling with uncertainty. The mare could stand it no longer. Flinging herself to the sea when her mind had finally been made up, not daring to let it change once she had finally gone the last step. It was a long journey to make it back to her homeland; a foggy memory, but a ache in her heart none the less. A pain that refused to let go of its grip unless she finally gave in.
Though the swim felt like an eternity, Ash stepped with strength up onto the beaches of the Commons. She had forgotten the name of the island she now stood upon, but the memory of the scent still clung to the back of her mind. Dragging in a deep breath while the salty water still drug at her lightly feathered hind legs; her nearly white tail still swirling in the current. When she let go of the breath on a sigh, a contentment washed over her like freshly falling rain. The ache in her chest releasing it’s grasp.
Ash was
home.
Shaking away the salty water that still slicked her coat, the grey mare stepped away from the lapping waves and into the grassy lands before her. Hunger gnawed at her belly, especially seeing food in plenty. But the mare ignored the need for now, her ears perking hopefully as she released a nicker to the other horses she could see dotting the territory. Ash had no desire to be on her own and hoped it wouldn’t take her long to at least make a friend.
Ash
ghost of the lost islands