bhaskara meets the water like an old friend, nonplussed by its swirling depths. it is a good day, luckily, for their venture. the weather is calm with a brightly shining sun that seems to smile down on them, in her mind at least. the bright bay mare keeps a slower pace than usual and looks back often, soft dark eyes keeping close watch on the smaller mare that travels in her wake. she tries to make these glances as inconspicuous as possible, so as not to draw offense from the prickly fjodur, but she does not let concern for such offense to keep her from making sure her acquaintance was safe. with curled ears twisting forward and back, toward the crossing and then toward the spotted mare behind her, bhaskara glides through the water. her delicately shaped muzzle, dark nostrils flaring with each steady breath, is held easily away from the waves. she hoped fjodur would follow her example and move with steadily with carefulness rather than flounder and panic trying to move more quickly through the sea. they make landfall at the meadow. it seems as good as any place to start looking for the mysterious friend of the small painted mare. she pulls herself up onto shore with deliberate grace of a feline, enjoying the prickle of the breeze against her wet back. while she waits for fjodur, bhaskara takes in what she can see of the communal area’s occupants, wondering if whoever they were searching for would be as…. unique as fjodur herself. though it hardly seemed as if it would be necessary, the shining bay mare could not help but feel responsible for protecting and helping the “little” mare where she could. and while she was a desert bred creature, and particular to that landscape, bhaskara also felt a sense of excitement at visiting the crossing... it had been some time since she had left salem's shores. |