What was she even doing?

Feray had managed to keep to herself and watch over the slightly bigger herd at home; having vowed to herself to not take off again whilst heavily pregnant yet here she was, diving into the waters after some random mare she just barely knew the name of except for hearing Roheryn’s explanation for some of the new faces she had come back to and briefly seen. It reminded her of when they lost Lu and her little filly; Feray wasn’t going to let Ro go through that heartache again. Thankfully the sea itself was calm as she glided through the water and fought to keep her head above the gentle waves that bob her along with the current to the main crossing area.

She trots along when reaching the beach, greeted by the wind that carries the smell of many men; the lagoon. She doesn’t linger in the same spot for long, sticking to the water’s edge as her legs carry her away from the place and further around the entire side of the crossing. Feray caught faint hints of the strange woman here and there, hard on the trail yet seeming to be hours behind. At least traveling was something she was good at.
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It took her a couple days, having rested at the fringes of the meadow before finally departing back into the sea and heading towards a familiar island she knew well; Luthien. Roheryn had taken her here after their first meeting, her seeking to help him find his cousin of sorts, or was it his sister? She had continued to stick by him, even when her wandering soul yearned to go home to her brother and father who she thought would still be in the desert instead of the heavy draft stallion she’d spotted from afar. Her entire family was gone it seemed, spare for her newfound one, and that was okay as she was slowly coming to terms with it all.

She is exhausted when her hooves meet land once more, rounded sides heaving from the amount of work she’d put in to arrive before dark. A dark forest is what greets her when she pulls her eyes from the sandy beach to take in where she was. Oddly she found no source of scent belonging to a ruling stallion, instead she smelled a mare which made her think of Xiomara and how she ruled the shore herself with no male by her side; was the forest like this as well? Feray could not remember from her last time being on Luthien, having been in the prairie then with Ro.

The wind tickles her nose, the painted mare’s scent a bit fresher than the older scent trails she’d been after and without much delay Feray head’s deeper into the piney forest without much worry of stepping onto another leader’s toes. Mares were a lot more level headed to deal with than another stallion; Feray had enough on her plate to begin with.

“Arkana,” her voice carries through the trees, eager to spy her form among the dark foliage and put at ease the gnawing worry deep inside.