The islands had called to her.
She hadn’t been here since she was a girl; clinging to her mother’s side and watching the world with fearful eyes. It had been so long ago. Long enough for her to almost forget the sand colored red, to remember the long trek through the woods, to remember the ragged edges of the peak against the moonlit sky. It came rushing back like the tide, and Asherah blinked away the tears that threatened to bubble to the surface.
Umi would have wanted her to be here. To raise her children here. She would have wanted her to find Inaayat and Nephthys. She had always said that there was no stronger bond than between a woman and her sisters.
So she swam. She found the meadow. She found the path at the base of the mountain.
The only thing she didn’t anticipate was the hesitation. Would they open their arms and call her sister too? Or would she be doomed to continue the life of solitude she had lived for so long, wearing paths in the world with no one by her side?
Before she could continue her way up, however, she was cut off by a smaller dun mare.
'Oh, excuse me, I didn't expect to see anyone there.' Asherah blinks in response. She didn't expect to meet anyone here either. She had always been under the impression most of the mares rarely left the Peak. She swiveled to face the new voice, her muzzle into the slightest smile.
'Wait, were you headed to the Peak?'
“I-I was actually,” her curled ears twitched nervously.
“Do you live there?”
"asherah speaks"
shaking fists & trembling teeth.