Falls

It had been a whole day since the young girl had washed ashore. Her coat had managed to dry and she'd washed the worst of the salt from it in the runoff from the Falls until it was black to a pale gleaming white. The purity of the color still surprised her sometimes after a foalhood spent with a golden coat, but she liked it better this way anyway.

It was obviously a sign she was blessed by Etheria, to be wearing a coat of her colors. At the thought of her goddess, Arael smiled and bowed her head to touch her knee. She was clearly smiling upon her today, delivering her here safely, without wounds.

It had been a long swim, from her home to here. Honestly, weathering the waves through the storm that had delivered her had been one of the scariest times in her life. Staying home hadn't been an option though. In her little home there were no horses to whom she was not related, no one with whom she could hope to develop a relationship with in the future. And while she was in no hurry, the press of the season had made her restless and eager to start her new journey.

The small mare walked calmly from her hidden spot, her amber gaze roving over the various couples in the clearing. She didn't think it wise to approach any of them, given the season, so she set herself in a warm spot where the strongest rays from the fading fall sun could reach her, and began to graze. She knew everything would work out. Etheria would make it so.