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The fight with Adair had been legendary, both of them incensed and screaming at one another, harsh words and targeted barbs that only the other half of your soul can really come up with. He’d stormed off and Eira had rushed in the opposite direction, throwing herself into the icy cold waters of the Bay. She had wanted to get off Tinuvel, experience something and somewhere else that wasn’t under Solomon’s watchful eye.

Everywhere she turned, one of the other herd mares or her father or one of her myriad half-siblings. For all it’s a huge island, there simply wasn’t any room to breathe. Her mother’s paranoia over them likely contributed - she had never had another child after her and Adair were born, and from what the mare constantly murmurs and worries over they weren’t easy on her or terribly healthy when they were born. SO she understands, maybe a little bit, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t chafe under such obsessive scrutiny.

That’s what she and Adair fought about - she wanted to go out, to slip away and wander the Crossing, maybe visit the Peak. She hears the mountains there are more impressive than even the ones in her home, and Eira has always loved heights, has never shied away from a challenge. Her thoughts are rushing a mile a minute when she drags herself from the cold, salty water and onto the beach of what she assumes is the Crossing isle. Eira’s never actually been here, so she’s going on vague directions her mother has let slip in her past stories, when she tells of how she found their father again after he abruptly left her.

In the distance, she can see the massive mountain that must be the Peak, and Eira grins. She shakes off the ocean still soaking her sides, and glances around in wonder. It’s beautiful here - the changing colors are vibrant, and while she has always enjoyed Autumn back home it spells the coming miserable winter that she will shiver through, desperately trying not to freeze huddled up against Adair. She grimaces at that thought, ears flicking back in annoyance. She can’t linger on thoughts of her twin right now - it won’t exactly get her anywhere.

Set on her goal of exploring the massive mountain, Eira grins and sets off through a large, grassy meadow towards her destination, exhilarated from the adventure and determined to prove Adair wrong - this isn’t so dangerous as he said, and she’s a grown mare who does not need the permission of her twin or her parents to explore.