She’d done it. Part of her still can’t believe it, that she’d actually had the guts to make her move, but she had and she’s so close. She had really planned to make her mad dash all the way back to the Peak - Hollis had realistically intended to try for one of the nearby herds. When the night was dark and the moon was nothing but a sliver in the sky, clouds blocking out the stars she’d crossed the border of the Shore heading east, into the Ridge.

Hollis didn’t see a single soul, and so she continued pushing on. She ran as fast as she could, lungs burning, legs screaming and when she hit the warm surf, she never looked back. On and on she fled, kicking desperately and terrified to make a sound, lest her captor use it to track her down.

When her hooves once more meet the bottom of the ocean floor, she realizes she is in the Meadow. And from here she can see the Peak, so close she’s absolutely desperate to keep going. Perhaps it is silly - perhaps it is the first place he will look. But her sisters are there; Khar’pern had fought so hard for her, had come for her again even though her hideous captor cited some law and the fight never happened.

So Hollis doesn’t stop, instead pushing on. Through the Meadow, then up through the falls until she emerges, silent save for her great-heaving breaths into the Peak. She stands stock still for a moment in her home, sides streaked with sweat and legs shaking from the exertion before she pushes on. “Sisters!” She cries out desperately, finally breaking the silence of her flight to beg for help. “Please - Please I know he will come for me. I cannot resist him alone!” Hollis isn’t certain if anyone will hear her, if anyone is even close enough to lend assistance. But to pause any further is simply asking to be ushered away again, so with a wince she continues on, further in. If she can just get up one of the steep mountain paths, secret herself away in one of the high alpine valleys, she may have a chance.