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you call me out upon the waters Mas/Open

N.asa
you call me out upon the waters


N.asa had only been in the Harbor for a matter of days and already her life seemed to have changed so much. The dark Arabian mare missed the heat of the Desert and felt it was time to pay a visit to Salem to see how Cain and his herd were doing. The time in the Desert had been a bit uncertain for her. First she had met Cerosi and Cain equally. Though she hadn't seen Cerosi for some time. She missed the gray mare. Shortly after her arrival there had been a perilous wolf attack and the loss of three that had left Cain in a dark and absent place. Not long after Galexia had claimed the Desert and N.asa had never met her, but there was a discord amongst the herd and clear disconnection in leadership. It didn't take long after this for N.asa to decide it was time to move on. She briefly eyes the shores of the Harbor. She has no intentions of being gone long and descends into the dark seas to make the long swim to Salem.
She hadn't accounted for the rip tide present today and her lithe frame struggles against the current. It pushes her further away from her destination as she struggles to move her legs forward. Her head barely rises above water as her legs kick powerfully towards the shorelines of Salem. When she finally makes purchase on the sand beneath, she breathes a sigh of relief. She nearly crashes from the waters to the beach and for a moment, she simply lays in the surf catching her breath.
After a few moments have passed, she returns her gaze to the surroundings only to discover with dismay that she has not landed in the Desert as she intended. The territory is not familiar to her in the slightest and for a moment she panics at the thought that she has landed somewhere new. She quickly rises to her feet, scenting the area and quickly notes the scents of many others that she is not familiar with. The ebony mare leaves the waters, her coat slick with water and grainy with sand. She'd have to spend a considerable time grooming later. A call escapes her lips in hopes she can figure out where she is.

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