Riven was still looking over her shoulder by the time she made landfall. There was something following her, she could feel it. Something… there had to be. A cold knot in her stomach that had formed over the course of her journey. Still, the creature was able to convince herself it was just the swim over. Mind over matter. Mind over everything. In her mind, she was stronger. Nothing could stop her, right?
Sure. Something like that.
Upon making landfall, she realized just how cold it was. No, it wasn’t just the water. Shaking her coat as best she could, Riven could already feel the ice beginning to set in her coat, tangling in her mane and tail. The cold had never been her favorite, but it couldn’t last forever? Could it? Her hooves crushing through a fine layer of ice over snow, Riven wasn’t so certain. Such a strange place. Ears flickering forward, something was off. Listening carefully-- nothing.
Her gaze setting carefully out over the meadow, Riven was a bit startled by the silence of it all. The scent of other horses was here, but it was faded… had the herds moved on? Had she stumbled upon a land inhabited only by migratory herds? Riven didn’t know.
A soft call echos from her chest. Was someone out there? Was anyone out there? She was a bit of a fish out of water, at this point.
RiVEN
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