mare; icelandic x vanner; 14.2hh; palomino roan sabino
3 years
no home
It was hard to leave Tinuvel. The Bay was the most similar to her home she’d encountered since actually leaving her mountain, and Valka was like a security blanket for the pale roan. Their language barrier, which was manageable to begin with, had crumbled rapidly as the Yakutian mare taught her both the Island tongue and her own native tongue which had so many similarities to Sæunn’s own. These days, the stocky mountain mare had to shuffle through three or four broken languages to communicate with anybody, but at least she could communicate. It was progress.
In the end, the palomino only ventured away out of pride. She had grown up sheltered, and was by nature reserved and anti-social. And yet, here she was, learning languages and surviving on her own (sort of) for the first time in her life despite her upbringings. She was proud of herself, and as her confidence grew, so did her curiosity. The ocean called to her; she wanted to see the other islands, to explore, to exercise her newfound freedom and enjoy the luck she had found in Valka and the Bay. One morning she complied, and waded into the chilly, sun-stained waves.
The sky had lost its vibrant red hue by the time Sæunn reached the Crossing. The sun’s gentle warmth kissed the golden fur of her back, contrasting the crisp breeze that deposited a few tiny snowflakes in her mane. She barely stepped out of the surf before she saw him - a dark heap in the grass a short distance down the beach, a pink tint to the sand leading up to him. Sæunn froze, her confidence waning, but she saw no attacker and only the single set of hoofprints leading to the downed horse. After a moment’s hesitation, she rushed forward, pink whiskered nose lowering to scent and observe the stranger’s injured hide.
She did not touch him, but instead let out a low nicker to get his attention or wake him up if he was asleep. She was rattled and upset by his bloodied hide, and by the strange straps hanging from his face, but she forced herself to look. This is what she wanted, wasn’t it? A taste of the real world? She took a shaky breath and stepped around the stallion to his front. ”Need you help?” she asked gently, her voice thickened with her northern accent.
ooc: I forgot I was supposed to post omfg
Sæunn
