Wearily she pulls herself from the ocean surf, her lithe legs trembling despite her best efforts to remain strong and resilient. She had expected the long swim to the islands, not the long swim to an island of frigid cold. Determination gleams in her pale eyes as she pulls herself from the surf and pauses upon the pebbled shore, giving her coat of brandished gold a quick shake to rid what she could of the salt water from her skin. Excitement boiled through her veins as long banner of chocolate hues flick across her back, held high and dominant like some great queens cloak.

Paper thin nostrils flare, inhaling the unfamiliar scents that drift to her and savoring the familiar smells of conifer and cedar. It had been far to long since last she felt the brush of their long hanging branches across her back, it was good to see them flourishing in abundance here. A single ear swivels backwards as she lets her gaze travel back to the surf, waiting as patiently as the impatient mare could wait for him to make his approach.