Common

For every second that they stood in one another’s presence, Xiomara is observing. The girl seemed strong, but not overly so to try and dominate. The Queen felt no need to try and suppress her with authority. The answer she gives earns a nod from Xiomara, glad that she wasn’t whining about being tired, or that it was too cold to get wet again. “It is called the Shore.” Xiomara replied. “It is much warmer than this place, with plenty for it’s residence.” The Queen explained before turning away, expecting the girl to follow without any sort of resistance with the question she had given.


As they followed the trail Xiomara had taken to the Commons, the blue roan kept a close eye to make sure no others tried to intervene. She dared for any stallion to try and take what was hers. But the same threat stood for mares. The Peak was not too far away. Only when they reached the shoreline of the Crossing did she blow out a heavy breath. “There, that island.” Xiomara pointed out, her gaze resting on the green outline of Atlantis. It was a straight shot to the Shore, with no other territories to cross. A relatively easy swim compared to other islands. “You will tell me about yourself when we get there.” Xiomara said, before easing off into the waters. Though she hadn’t even dried from her swim here, she did not hesitate to return to the frigid grip of the sea.