Meadow

The swim is long but not arduous. She is still in the early stages of her pregnancy, barely showing beside the soft swell of her abdomen. It is almost unnoticeable beside the constant looks she tosses over her shoulder and the way she turns her body to hide it. Her pregnancy had been a spur of the moment decision and she was still torn on whether the decision had been a wise one. There was a chance of history repeating itself.

The sight of the Crossing brings a smile to Nereid's lips. She could resist the pull of the crossing no more than she could resist the ocean. The amount of times she had been back since calling the Dunes her home was in the double digits. It was pure luck that Bahadir had not caught onto her escape artist shenanigans and forbidden her from coming.

She was taking her first solid step on the ocean floor when the sight of another mare causes her to halt. Standing chest-deep in the water, Nereid peers curiously at the other. The mare is draped in onyx and quite different in appearance than most equines she has met. The dunes is a haven for sleek, lithe mares and hues in burnished gold, copper and cream. This mare is a juxtaposition to all Nereid knows. It is not a bad thing but clearly sparks the white mare's interest.

"Hello there!" she calls out with a smile, amber eyes dancing with mirth and excitement. The white mare moves forth once more, plunging through the waves with little thought to how it may look. Her white coat is darkened to a light gray, seaweed a constant companion to her long locks and salt clinging to her lashes.

"Isn't the ocean lovely today?" she questions, pausing in the shadows to give the other mare some space.

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