The sea roared and clashed against itself, sun flashing off the waves. A storm was brewing farther away from the main island and it seemed certain that something was going to get hit. Xanti stood on a beach, the waterfall roaring behind him. The ash colored stallion was considering jumping in and searching for his desert-like place but he was still so sick and tired of the sea. Perhaps he would dive in another day and actually have some idea to where he was going. So the shorter stallion turned and examined the meadows that covered the rest of this island. There the horses were fewer and it seemed more welcoming. Glancing at both the meadow and the sea, the stallion realized he would much rather find a home than wander for a day.

So, without a second thought, he dived into the blue waters.

His legs pumped and surged against the waves as they fought and bashed at his sides. They seemed so upset as the storm rumbled and lightning flashed, making Xanti glad he was heading in the other direction. Although it seemed as though there was a high chance it would travel his way, the stallion payed no mind to it except to keep track of it's course. If he found nothing by the time it was getting too close for comfort, he would turn back around and explore the meadows on what seemed to be the main island. Yet there was a growing dot in the stallion's line of sight, and unless he was mistaken it appeared to be getting hotter the closer and larger it grew.

The storm clouds grumbled again in the distance and starting a slow journey to his side of the ocean, though it would never reach him in time to send his body to the depths below. Instead, just as the sun had dipped lower into the sky, Xanti climbed out of the ocean and onto a new land. The climate change seemed unreal but was very much welcomed. The afternoon sun began to cast a glow over the land as it sunk behind the horizon slowly, making the stallion realize how long he had been swimming. Although his course had been direct and quick, the island was really quite far away. So the grullo gazed over this new land, letting out a happy nicker for all to hear. A wind blew over tops of sand dunes and stirred them, making them shift ever so slightly. A small hill which had developed on one of the higher dunes was flattened by the wind and it's lack of size. Here was a place the stallion had never seen but liked right away.

It may not have been flat and full of different plants like the desert he had wandered in for two cycles of the seasons, but it had sand and the heat that he craved. The stallion stepped away from the sea and grainy beach, breaking into a gallop as he approached the first dune. Quickly he scaled it and stood on the top, sand whipping at his pasterns and eyes skimming over the land. He could already spot a few patches of water, though some might have been the sun playing tricks on the eyes. Xanti carefully walked down the dune and broke into a trot, weaving around the small valleys the dunes created. Clumps of grass sat around in these valleys and it seemed obvious that one would have to shift through sand to get grass. Around a bend he found what he was looking for, a pool of water sitting in a slightly deeper hole in the sand. Stopping by it, Xanti lowered his head to drink. Once he got his fill, his muzzle was lifted into the air and he let out a bellow for anyone to hear and come. Dipping his head to get another drink again, the stallion wondered it anyone even inhabited these lands.