A glimmering gold and ivory bodice slithers out of the fridge swell. There was a sense of familiarity that wafted into her flaring nostrils, it wasn't the Harbor she knew and loved but it was as close to home as she had been in years. The wind whipped her drenched mane against her neck while her gaze cast around every inch of open land. What had happened to Jaskier...her children...her home. She cursed that damned storm. Anger, a scream tore from her maw, ears lanced tight against her crown. Her hoof creates a trench beneath it displaying her frustration about how could she have returned here after so long. What was left for her in this place?
Icy gaze cast to the sea... 'you should have swallowed me' she hissed beneath her breath. The golden woman half contemplated sinking into the chilly depths once again. Perhaps then she would fade from this existence and suffer the heartache no longer. Shaking her head was both a mental and physical activity. Her ears never left her crown she would snake her way into the company of others. Perhaps find answers or closure. Whatever this hellish place had left for her. She would make things go her way and perhaps this time with her heart stolen from her chest she could fit as the monster she was born to be.