Holy crap it was cold! No, not just cold, it was downright frigid. There had been several occasions in her younger years, that she and Druna used to wonder what the other islands looked like. She had heard many horses throughout Salem complain about insufferable heat but by the gods she wished for that heat more now than ever before. Slowly, with more effort than she would ever admit, Erayna drags herself from the slushy ocean ice. Numbly, her hooves trip and clatter over the snow-covered pebbles of the shore as, with a desperation she has never known before, the splashed-bay roan mare struggles to get beyond the reach of the exposed beach, and its biting wind. Nothing like the arid desert zephyrs that had a way of curling around her slender frame and caressing her skin with what could only be the tender kisses of a lover. ”Mmmm.mmmmaybe this is a mmmmmmmistake…..”
She murmurs from between chattering teeth as her silver blue gaze squints against the fierce wind and haze of snow towards the shadows beyond. Shadows that she hoped were some sort of cover… At this point, she would take anything or anyONE if it meant finding relief from the bitter cold.
Luck for her, the ghostly haze that she bravely walked towards, proved to be trees of some sort. At least, that is what she assumes them to be. Never in her life, has she ever seen trees quite as monolithic as the ones that tower before her now. Blinking against the watering eyes, Erayna cranes her neck to peer up at the needle-like branches that reach down towards her from the branches above. Paper-thin nostrils flare, sifting through the waste of salt water that still lingers on her senses to memorize the strong crisp conifer scent for the first time in her life. It was strange, but not altogether unpleasant. A bit strong for her sensitive senses but…. different.
She knows she needs to search for whatever herd of horses it is that calls this alien island home but between the coldness of the air and the energy-zapping swim, all the rosy mare wants to do in this moment is curl tightly against the rough bark of one of the gigantic trees and sleep. An eternity maybe? Surely she could never get enough rest to recover the strength she had lost in the swim but either way, she told herself she needed the rest, especially if she was supposed to go traipsing off into the unknown again.
A long yawn draws from her parted lips as Erayna lets her dark legs fold tightly beneath her. Even though she isn’t the tiny foal she had once been, the roan girl does her best to make herself small in the dry straw, drawing what bit of warmth and insulation they offer her damp body. ”I’ll find them… in just a bit.” she murmurs quietly as her neck arches to let her head rest against her forelegs. ”I just need a quick nap first.” she finishes as her frost covered lashes slowly close and the mare succumbs to the silence of the snowfall just beyond her shelter....
Erayna
She acts like summer and walks like rain;