Common

Her heart was heavy as she made her way out of the ocean's waves, her clear eyes lingering on the green speck on the horizon that had been her home for most of her life. She had thought that she had found herself something special with Sigurdr, but she wasn't sure that he felt the same. The long months of quiet preceeding his final departure had not left her sure of where they stood, and now that a whole season had passed since she had last caught a fragment of his scent, she knew it was past time for her to move on.

The weary young mare - no longer the bright-eyed girl that had once eagerly descended upon this same meadow - shook herself off and began drifting through the Commons quietly. Hymn was not a creature meant to be alone. She had grown up with a devoted mother for company, and had transitioned to the Peak only later in her childhood. And while her doubts and fears had driven her into herself during her time in the Harbor, keeping her separate from the herd, she had suffered all the more for her self-imposed exile.

It had occurred to her that she could probably stay on under the stallion that had eventually come to claim the Harbor - she had nothing against him for taking the opportunity - but she wasn't comfortable with seeming desperate. With risking him accepting her out of pity, rather than desire. No, it was better to come to the Commons, she thought. To start anew. Fresh.

Even so, as her gaze lingered on Atlantis, she wondered if he would come after her. Even though she'd given the stallion (whose name she didn't even know) no indication of her interest or even existence, her little romantic's heart skipped a beat at the thought. Smiling at her own foolishness, Hymn turned back to the interior of the isle and found herself a small pocket of shade that allowed her to watch the horses around her while she pretended to graze quietly.