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Pale eyes stared back out across the calm sea. Not with a wistfulness for a life taken from her, but with disdain for a life discarded. It had been nothing that the bay had wanted for herself. There were no remaining ties in the land of her birth - well, none important enough to keep her there. Everyone had wanted something from her, and Sinaet had not been about to give without getting whatever it was she thought she wanted.

An autumn breeze breathed itself along her back, sending a fresh chill up the mare's still dampened spine. The white-faced mare shook herself thoroughly, intending to rid more of the saltwater from her pelt and tail. Without a second thought, Sinaet turned from the direction of her old life and walked toward what she hoped promised a new life for herself, one she intended to control.

As the dun maiden strolled, her eyes took in the very definition of fall. The leaves danced in the soft wind, donning their brightest colors: reds, oranges, yellows, even a rare red so dark it looked purple. As the brisk morning faded into afternoon, sunlight filtered down in distinct beams to the ground below, in spite of the sparse clouds milling to intersect its light. The bright, clear day gave the girl hope that it would pan out in her favor. Sinaet was careful to not get her hopes up; thoughts like that had been dashed before.

It was then, as that stern reminder crossed her mind, that a sound caught her attention. Sinaet chided herself briefly for not paying attention. Her gut told her to run, but the mare was determined not to be a skittish foal. Dark ears pinned themselves irately as her white countenance turned toward the direction she thought it had come from. Sinaet poised to run should it have nefarious intent.

"Come closer, if you dare!"