She wasn't exactly sure where she would go to live. So much has happened in the last month to worry about, in yet, something good had happened. She was a free mare aside from the life that may or may not have taken hold in her belly. If another baby was to come she would raise this one better. This baby would be raised among the sands of Salem and not be influenced by the Lagoon. This baby would not turn out like Thranduil had.

The sea stings the few bite marks on her body as she swims towards Salem. It was her hope that she could find a nice herd to join for protection and family. It would be nice to be apart of a real family again...

The pale champagne mare reaches the sandy beach as tears streak her cheeks. There is no way she could meet someone new looking like this. Exhausted, beat up, and depressed. No stallion in their right mind would take in a mare who clearly had emotional trauma. Not to mention a possibly pregnant one. A stallion would want someone out together, happy, and ready to mingle with her new herd. Perhaps she should have tried the commons first.

But it is Salem she truly wants. This was her birth island and the home to so many good memories growing up. Her new child needed to know how great this island could be. Vána turns her back to the land and stares at the gentle ocean's waves. A heavy sigh leaves her lips.