mare | mustang | somatic grey tobiano | 15.3hhs | frost
It’s quiet as Sedia reaches the shore. Only the gentle woosh of water rising around her legs, to then softly pull back towards the sea make any sort of sound. The water beckoned her, just as it had done at home. But as her gaze sweeps the shadow shrouded land, she knows she’s far far from the place she was born. Only the moon gave any sort of light for her to see. The outline of the trees looked intimidating compared to the open expanse of grassland that she had come from. Maybe she would just stay here upon the beach until morning, where she would hopefully see this place for its true nature, and not the veiled threat her racing heart told her it was.
With a soft snort, both to blow out her anxiety and salt water, Sedia turns and begins walking along the bank just out of the water’s reach. The mare hadn’t bothered to shake away the water that still rolled down her multicolored skin and dripped from her belly. The wind that had tugged at her mane while she had swam was now in knocks, furthered by the salt water now tangled with it. Despite being a total mess, Sedia didn’t seem to notice. Instead, she was fully entranced with trying to learn this new place that she had arrived. Hoping that in some ways it was like the place she had left, and yet knowing it was for the best if it was not.
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