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She’s fine. Alive and breathing. Yet Indra can’t help but to close her eyes tight and focus on feeling the rapid beating of her sister’s heart through her skin where she has her ear pressed into. Seconds blend into minutes but it isn’t long until her sibling fights her way through the darkness to come back to her and surge to her hooves, Indra slowly follows after despite the ache in her legs that would rather her fall back to the ground instead of carrying her weight around a moment longer but she’d make do until they were safer.

“Shh,” Indra tries to hush her rambling sister, grunting softly at the force in which Ocalea throws herself upon her, but not at all about to turn the much needed embrace away and she brushes her nose over shivering skin and holds on just as tightly if not a little more. Had the lock not broken, and the rope not snapped neither she or her sister would be standing here among the wreckage. “I don’t know,” Indra’s answers her sister when she pulls away, following her gaze to the strange land just beyond, a forest so thick after the sand meets the grass and continues on, the scents that carry on the winds are wild and untamed, lacking the heavy scent of hay and of freshly oiled leathers Indra longed to feel upon her back again.

Their comfort with each other is broken apart by a slowly approaching form, the stranger’s call echoing in the air despite the dull roar still ringing in Indra's own ears. This other mare was not a familiar face nor smell, and as she begins talking it’s even more clear that this horse called these odd lands home and were not of the same background as the sister’s. The thought of swimming again turns Indra’s stomach into knots, her usually indifferent face twisting into a snarl that was set to send this odd talking mare off to wherever the hell she’d just come from when another freaking body comes clambering towards the trio. Indra refused to give the mare her name, offering her nothing more than a bitter stare.

Just freaking great, she inwardly sighs, shifting on her hooves and pressing into Ocalea to have her move in tune with her as they make room for the final horse to join them, but this one was somewhat familiar so she wasn’t as hostile against him when he was nearly right next to her on the ship; she just wasn’t one for his small talk throughout the trip.

“It’s odd,” Indra utters to him, moving her eyes from him to the strange woman and then back, glancing at him to check him over for minor wounds that he too may have picked up but he looked otherwise okay. “Come closer,” oddly there’s a softness to Indra’s face that she drops for a half second to hopefully pull him in, the frigid waters would do him no good either and if she had to put herself in the middle of a goddamn cuddle pile to make sure no one died then so be it. She gives him a stare that promised retribution if he so declined, before glancing back to the odd woman.

“We are soaked and tired, and you want us to swim again?”, Indra is a seething mess, but exhaustion weighs heavily on her and while her eyes flutter every so often she stands strong between her sister and the male to berate the poor girl before them.

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