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Honey had gotten a taste for adventure.
Her family’s time on the Mainland had been brief, but exhilarating for the tarnished silver filly. She was glad to be home, in her own way, but she had come to realize that staying in one place forever just probably isn’t for her.
She overestimates herself, however. She does not remember ever exhausting herself on the Mainland, but halfway between Luthien and the Crossing, Honey is out of breath and cursing. How far from each other could these islands possibly be?! It isn’t like she’s trying to get off of them completely, just check out a different one. Perhaps the last year of lazing around the Forest and growing fat in its lush meadows has taken a toll on the painted filly.
When she finally reaches the Crossing, she is sodden and bedraggled and in no mood to go adventuring. Screw the ocean, she thinks, shaking the seawater from her coat and trudging up the sand toward the snow-covered grass. I’d rather be stuck here than try to make it back home anytime soon.
It takes little time for her to find a suitable spot for a nap. The Crossing is slightly warmer than Luthien, but the breeze is cruel against her wet fur, so she curls up in the shelter of a cluster of trees. For a little while she grooms herself, slowly drying off and smoothing down the silver-gold dapples, but her eyes cannot stay open for very long.
Shortly after thawing from her swim, Honey is fast asleep.
2 | sooty buckskin tobiano | 14.2hh | bacardi x soraya