Jetta

Determined as the bachelor had been to kidnap her, he had not seemed nearly so keen to keep her. She had spent weeks upon weeks in the lagoon, and during that time she had seen little of Nachtswulf, or any of the other lagoon stallions for that matter. Patiently she had waited, day after day, for their permission to leave, for though she ached to go she did not want to incite the wrath of the bachelors. When that did not happen, she had begun to wander the lengths of the lagoon, exploring its nooks and crannies and familiarizing herself with its residents: or lack thereof. There seemed to be very few horses around, and even then much of the only evidence she had of their existence were small things: hoof prints in dried mud, or hair caught on a branch. No one seemed to pay her any attention, or care that she was there. Had she not been so worried about causing a conflict, she might have just walked right out. But she could not work up the courage to do this until even Nachtswulf, the stallion who had stolen her in the first place, disappeared altogether.

In the end, it was almost too easy to leave. Yet she did not travel inland, to her mountainous home, though her family must be wondering where she was by now. Jetta turned to the sea and left the island altogether - for the first time in her life - and swam in what she hoped was the direction of Atlantis. She was going to do what she had intended to do in the first place, before she had been stolen.

Jetta did not forget her promises.

Even before she saw it on the horizon, she could feel the pull of the island calling her onward, through the warm, tropical waters: as if it were singing to her. This strange, otherworldly energy grew more intense the closer she came, until at last she arrived wet and exhausted on its warm, bright beach. Her first impression was that Atlantis was quite unlike anywhere she had ever been before. There were strange trees, strange birds, bright colors, and a bewildering amount of sunlight, all combining together into one big sensory overload. It was quite the dizzying spectacle to take in.

Squinting her blue eyes to shield them from the sun, Jetta pointed her nose straight ahead and took a few steps up the beach. It was then she realized that she was, quite literally, dizzy. The mare uttered a soft oh and stumbled sideways, just catching herself before she tumbled onto her side in the sand. Knees trembling, she hung her head and locked her legs while she collected herself. Her heart was fluttering in her chest like a little bird, and colors swam before her eyes. "Not now," she muttered, and pinned her ears against her crest, willing the dizziness to go away.

She hoped fervently that she had come to the right place, and had not swum all this way for nothing.