It's a short trip from the falls to the lagoon, the brackish scent of not exactly saltwater but not entirely fresh water a distinct and lingering one as he stands at the water's edge. There's a single island in the middle of protected crescent, flush with trees right to its edges, and beyond that a relatively narrow stretch of open ocean before the next true island comes into view. It's still a over a mile's worth of swimming to cross and not an endeavour he has any desire to embark on at the moment; is only glad to have distanced himself from Swift's frantic energy for the time being. He is not sorry for having left her, but he is daunted by the knowledge that he is a stranger here. His impatience and preference to keep to his own company were not things that were widely known. That there were going to be feelings hurt by his gruff dismissals when he had run out of energy to expend on social niceties was a given and while he could no sooner change who he was than he could change the color of the sky it wasn't something he looked forward to. The morning had progressed properly to full day and the summer heat which had been negligible beneath the tree shadow of the forest had seemingly gathered here at the water's edge to wait for him, hitting him like a humid sledge hammer the moment he stepped out from beneath the low hanging boughs of the tree line on onto the rocky bank. It's not exactly unpleasant, the brown stallion giving himself a shake even as sweat seemed to begin gathering instantaneously along his flanks. If he got too hot, it was nothing that a short wade through the sucking mud and waving cat tails which lined the murky shoreline to the clear water beyond wouldn't fix. For now he is content to wander at his leisure down the uneven coast line.