Jökulrós had regretted pestering her mother for a trip to the crossing about half way through the swim to get there. It had been cold and wet and exhausting and for a few moments she had feared she wouldn’t make it but then she would felt her mother or brother’s encouraging touch and find the strength to continue. The crossing itself had been interesting and fun and if not for the swim, she wanted to go back and have more fun. She had held up the return to the forest by a few days, dreading the return trip in the water. Surprisingly, it was easier but she still didn’t like it.

Jörmungandr grazed while wandering a few steps forwards any time Jökulrós moved further away from her. The tricolour filly was something of an adventurist; she was fascinated by everything she saw and had to investigate every little detail. When an orange butterfly fluttered around her muzzle, she huffed a soft breath at it and pranced after it as it floated away. Solely watching the butterfly and not where she was going, not even when she entered the water, her red chest collided something solid; another foal. With a surprised squeal, her rear legs became entangled in her fore ones and she found herself in a heap in the water. Dazed, her blue eyes tried to focus on the figures she’d just run into, water dripping from her pale mane. Somewhere behind her, she heard her mother approaching.

[[ooc]]I’m just saying this is after the visit to the crossing