Meadow

Nyessa lithe form slices through the salty ocean waters, each stroke brings her closer to her destination. Delicate nostrils flare wide and drink in the fresh ocean air, each breath bumps fresh oxygen into her blood, it in turn gives her more strength. The waters around her body begin to warm, she can feel the temperature difference against her thin arabian skin. She raises her delicate head higher onto her elegant neck, she uses her honey colored eye to scan the horizon. There, a smear of green is beginning to make its appearance, a sharp contrast against the blue cloudless sky.

The ocean floor begins to rise beneath her hooves as she swims closer to the sandy beach, finally she feels solid ground beneath her dainty legs. The white capped waves crash against her, tugging her to and fro as she strides from the ocean's grasp. She halts for a brief moment, salty water runs in rivulets off of her dappled hide. Her head rotates to and fro, she searches for another soul on this beach. Satisfied she strolls up the beach, her hooves leaving indents with every step. Her tail bellows over her back like a banner, her steps are light and graceful.

As the Forest envelops the dappled Arabian mare, she enjoys the coolness that the trees offer her. "Shukraan" She whispers to the trees, thanking them for their shade. The sunlight filters through the leaves and casts shadows across her slender back. The scent of stallions and mares assault her nostrils as she comes nearer to the Meadow. She halts within the shadows of the trees, her honey colored eye scans the clearing. She had no interest of drawing any unwanted attention to herself. She edges along the clearing, her ears flick atop her crown listening for the approach of anyone.

She halts, and drops her dark lips to the grasses at her hooves and crops a few mouthfuls of grass. Her stomach rumbles, reminding her that she had not eaten since leaving her homeland. She abruptly raises her delicately curved crown, her chewing stops for an instant while she listens for the muffled sound of hooves. These Islands were unpredictable. A land for every type of equine, even the mutts. She snorts softly at the thought.