| her world is ablaze with joy. as each large black hoof thrusts through the water, propelling her forward, her excitement grows. this day should be tempered by sadness but she she cannot find it in herself to grieve. she can only think of the spirit of her mother, no longer trapped in a decrepit and wilting body, beside her now. they are together, making this journey. it is a pilgrimage she has wanted to make since young childhood, to see to the place of her mothers heritage. her mother, like her, was mute and had been since birth but it was just by chance that her father had garnered that this was the place from whence hjarta hlustandi came, noting the direction she often looked out to sea, and it was confirmed emphatically by the mare. it had been only days since her mothers passing, days spent grieving the loss and celebrating her life… but the urge to strike out would not be ignored. feuerhertza comes ashore with tentative purposeful steps. it is a moment of great gravity for her, something she has dreamed of for a few years now. her dark eyes, burning with excitement, drink in the view before her with eagerness. she has lead a sheltered life, until now, under close stewardship by her parents. her childlike nature, exuberant and happy, coupled with her inability to speak lead some to believe that she would never strike out on her own successfully so this moment, to her, is a step in proving them all wrong. her body should be weary from the swim but she is in great physical condition. movement is her greatest joy, freedom granted to her when she feels trapped by her lack of speech and it is the only form expression she has. so, with those first steps imprinted in her soul forever, she explodes in a display of giddy joy. sea water flies everywhere, in tiny crystalline droplets, as she bursts into a blissful dance. her lithe body, black as coal, flies upward bucking and kicking out with childlike energy. she dances and races whole-heartedly, meadering in and out of the surf and when her energy finally flags, or her breath more like, she skitters to a jagged stop with sides heaving. she feels ready, with blood singing inside her veins, to see all this new land has to offer her.
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