For the first time in a long time... Larka felt completely alive. It had been several seasons now since last she had seen her family, since last she had ever felt the throws of childhood and the pleasures of a carefree lifestyle. Back then, her father had ruled fearlessly and she as well as the other colts and fillies had been left to invent games on their own. Her mother had been her constant guardian and teacher, but even the old creamy mare had not seen much need to be overly protective. AS she had grown older and womanhood taken its tolls, filling out the once gangly parts of her body and turning her from a awkward yound child into a beautiful mare with fine curves and elegant contours. She had been a prize, and the object of many of the young colts fascinations... it had driven her to the chilled ocean surf for the islands she had always viewed upon the horizon.

Truthfully she had not quite known what to expect on that first island months ago when Shamwari had found her wandering with no real direction or plan. She had simply been curious as to what lay beyond her eyes reach. She had truly not expected to find herself on yet another island, apparently merely one of a great number of chains where wild horses roamed in much the same manner as she had grown as a child. Back then, she had felt captive, as though her proverbial wings were clipped and confined... but here.. she was free.

Joyious laughter trickles from her lungs as she dips her proud head to kick up her back hooves in revelry. Tiny, pointed ears stand alert amid the thick layer of hairs that tumble in wild, wind tangled curls against her cheek. Every now and then a soft spring breeze would twist its invisible fingers through them, causing them to appear to have a life of their own.

Shamwari's broad copper figure stands out brilliantly in the afternoon sun as he too lets himself enjoy the primal freedom that always came with a carefree gallop. Her keen silver blue eyes catch sight of the glittering mirror surface of the river that grew clearer the closer they got. The broad chestnut dragga slows his pace gradually and my little silver dove finds herself following his lead, settling into place even with his hip.

She lifts her proud head now as his deep rich tones break through the silence as he tells her more about the river and the land Luthien. Depthless blue eyes glittering at them from beneath the thick veil of black forelock that forever seemed to fall across her vision. A single brow arches as she focuses her attention momentarily on the water's ever changing glittering surface. She takes a careful, timid step forward, her small chipped hooves sinking into the malleable black grey mud. Her whiskered lips wuff lightly at the rolling surface, savoring the refreshing crisp smell of the river. Her ashen lips dip just below the surface now as she takes a step further into the waters, letting the cold liquid cool her heated figure. Sip by sip she inhales the waters, careful to only savor a few and not drink too deeply. She had heard of a filly in her youth drinking too much after a long day of gallivanting around and the end result had not been pretty.

She glances back at Shamwari now, a gentle smile on her delicately dished features. Droplets of water trickle from her chin as she blinks back at him. "It is surprising how cool the waters are... do they feed straight into the ocean?" she asks curiously.


OOC: sorry for the delay... holidays are super busy lol