Faolain had saved her. The winter was something that Grace really wasn’t equipped for. Her coat was too thin, she was too light. Trapping in heat was not something that Grace was really… made for. The night she’d turned up had to have been the coldest one of the winter, and if she hadn’t gotten lucky there was no telling what would have happened. It wouldn’t have been good.
Making the swim to the Ridge in the winter was something that Grace had decided against. She wasn’t sure that she would make it. The mare had never been the best swimmer, and putting herself in the water once more in the winter may have been dangerous. There was an element of fear to her as well, scared to venture out on the sea. Fear had kept Grace on the Crossing for the winter, but winter had finally gone.
The Ridge was still here, she figured. Grace pulled herself from the sea and onto their shores, shaking the water from her spotted coat. High above her, the sun hung bright in the sky. She’s grateful for that, and for the fact that it warms her skin further. For a long moment, Grace caught her breath. Swimming was exhausting, but she was doing okay overall. What a beautiful day.
14.2 hh. classic champagne leopard. 5. knabstrupper x saddlebred.
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