Xiomara had not thought about what she was going to do; she did not really think about any of her actions before she did them. There wasn’t plotting or planning; she just let the whims of sudden thought carry her through with each thing that crossed her path. So when nothing crossed her path, the blue mare was quick to get bored and the best entertainment was causing chaos.


Slipping into the sea, she let the waves carry her where ever they deemed she needed to go. But as she strode up onto the sandy shores of salem, the blue roan mare curled her pink lips in disgust. It was hot and dry, the sands pulling at her wide hooves and getting stuck in the feathers along her legs. Miserable, wretched land. And she wasn’t even hot yet!


The water was quick to dry from her flesh as she strode out into the sand covered territory, but what she came across caused utter shock to halt her steps. The hefty draft had not seen her yet and that was probably good, Xiomara would not want anyone to ever witness the look she wore briefly on her white face. But after pulling it together, she quickly trotted over to the mare with icy eyes filled with curiosity.


“You must be miserable, stranger!” She stated as greeting. “Our kind are not meant for these climates. Come, I can give you a much cooler home for you and your child if you hurry.” Xiomara circled her at a brisk trot, her head tossing with the urgency.