In hindsight, leaving the crossing behind her and travelling to a strange place was not the best idea during this time of season - when females became an unresistable treat even for usually docile stallions. But Rosaline has a wander's heart, it is in her blood to be restless, and so when she stands out on the beach and looks towards the islands she cannot resist the urge to wade in and start a journey. She should adventure before winter came and the snow and cold weather stopped her from wandering. With a short and sweet explination to her sister she moves into the waves, letting the col water lap against her legs as she cotemplates.

She could not bring herself to return to Tinuvel, that place was still like a bad dream, grusome despite how much she longed to run along its beaches. Atlantis was also out of the question - Czar might have returned and be looking for her, and she didn't know enough about him to quess whether he'd be wrathful or not. Besides, she had had enough of the golden sands and tropical forests, and the little cool oasis in the middle of the shore. No. The only other place that was familiar to her was Luthien.

Luthien and the thicket with Blitzen.

Blitzen was no longer there, but if she was careful she could wander along the borders and avoid detection. So she sets off, her strong legs paddling against the current that threatened to beat her back to shore. The swim there is longer from the crossing than it is from Atlantis, and when Rosaline pulls herself onto the beach she notices that she is not near the Thicket at all. This place was strange and unknown and smelt heavily of a male. Instantly she is guarded, standing on the edge of the lapping surf, her head held high and her ears flickering back and forth uncertainly atop her head.

Ready to run, should she need to.