It was refreshing to swim in the chilly waters. Sable’s presence had inspired her once again. She was done standing on her hooves and just dreaming about that horizon. She had to set out and get there. Besides, answers to her own questions would not wait any longer. Her island of birth could be seen from the high point. She’d always wanted to go. Maybe the isle of cold held some answers.

When Sable was ready, Satitba was as well. Even if it was late in summer, it had seemed the best time to tackle seeing the Isle of Snow as her mother had put it. It was stupid to think there was someone out there that knew of her father. In fact, it was stupid to hope he was out there. She didn’t even know what to think of her mysterious sire.

But she wouldn’t know for certain till she arrived.

It was mid-morning when her hooves touched ground. The air was nippy, fall was in the air. However, it was far more prevalent here than on the Crossing. Winter came early to Tinuvel and stayed long. Satitba pulled herself up the shore just out of range of the waves and shook off the water that soaked her. These beaches were more rock than sand and Satitba did not think a roll on them would be comfortable. So, shaking was her best option. She turned around and waited for Sable to join her.

Then they could set off across the Inlet.