How long had she swum for? This had been an unexpected destination, to say the least. Gulls and sea birds cawing and squawking engulfed most of her attention. She cast her gaze across the land, her lithe bodice glistening from the saltwater and seafoam engulfed her legs just around the fetlock. Though she felt somewhat fatigued, there was a fire within that forced her to press forward. Dancing just out of the reach of the waves she pawed out at the coarse sand beneath her hooves. While she didn’t know exactly where she had made her way to, she would be hellbent to make this place worth her while.
This seemed to be unmistakably a place where many of her kind roamed, her ears drawing back ever so slightly as she extended her head and stretched her neck forward. Nothing truly remarkable, at least that she could spy she thought almost with a hint of disappointment on her features. Pausing only to look around she trots off to a more secluded area, though not against the idea of stirring up trouble she thought it best to find a place to drink some fresh water and recharge somewhat.
Just a few yards away, was what seemed to be a river or perhaps a very large brook. Shuffling forward the golden and patterned mare dipped her head down to take a long well deserved drink before idly moving towards a nice talk patch of grass. It was sweet and almost lulled her into a sense of complacency, almost. There was the scent of stallions on the horizon and truly it would be worthwhile to stir up some trouble. Enya would wait patiently to see what the islands had in store for her.
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