Larka is not sure she would ever be able to explain why it was that she chose to follow after the silent mare that day on the commons shore. She liked to think that it was something deep down, something more than the mare's smile. But it hadn't been. It had been the gentleness that shown in her dark eyes and the kindness in her smile that lead Larka to follow her as she turned on her heels and stepped towards the ocean surf. There was a sort of longing in her gaze as she fixed Larka with a single smile before plunging back into the cold waves.
For but a moment Larka had lingered there, her silver blue eyes curious. A part of her wanted to linger here a bit longer, still holding out hope that perhaps she might run into a familiar face. There were many faces that still haunted her memories and every now and again she imagined that perhaps she caught the faintest hints of a familiar scent. It was a fools dream but it did not stop her none the less. She was curious about this silent mare and her kind eyes. There was an exotic and utterly unfamiliar scent about her skin, but at her heart, something about those scents called to her.

With a final glance around, a heavy sigh escapes her nostrils as the petite silvery mare picked up a brisk trot of her own and plunged into the frigid ocean waves. She was careful to keep the silent mare in her sights, her own powerful legs kicking out against the water's currents as she swam with the skill of a creature who had spent plenty of time floating among the fish and creatures of the sea. There were moments when Larka imagined herself with fins instead of legs, it would definitely make the task an easier process.

The quite mare swam for some time, dodging the rocky outcroppings of island after island until finally she directed herself at one in particular. By this time, Larka's legs were growing weary of the long swim but she was not about to display such weakness now. Instead she drags herself from the shallows after the mare, her bright blue eyes curious. She lets her gaze travel beyond the mare, to the sandy dunes that seemed to go on forever. Here and there, Larka caught sight of small shrugs, clusters of short grasses or the occasional tree, but for the most part the island seemed to be covered entirely in sand. "Where are we?" she asks, her words soft and barely audible as she moves a step closer to the stranger, finding a sense of comfort in the presence of another on such a strange and fascinating new island.



LARKA