Somehow she had lost an entire year again. Another year spent locked up beneath the yoke of someone who despised her very existence and she was beginning to wonder what the point of living even was. Time had drifted from her, and while she had planned to escape the moment Warwick forced her back to Tinuvel, winter had delayed her and by the time winter was over she was all but disassociating daily. Much as she had during her time locked away in the Lagoon, Isla wilted beneath the forced imprisonment. She walked through each bad memory daily, too locked in her own head to escape, despite having every tool at her disposal to do just that.

She found a place that seemed remote enough to allow her solitude while close enough that Warwick wouldn't come after her and just… existed. No joy. No light. No happiness. Just life for the sake of life, because she was far too selfish to end it. The pleasant roundness had melted from her body, leaving her once more lean and ribby, her eyes had gone dull and what care she used to take in the maintenance of her mane and tail disappeared, leaving twigs and sticks to fill it.

The sudden summer heat burst seemed to awaken something in her, a sense of rising panic as if she'd been dropped off in the Lagoon again, and consciousness seemed to return to her in bits and pieces. She wasn't in the Lagoon, thank the gods, but she wasn't anywhere good either. Warwick had been true to his word had had not attempted to "use" her for babies, but as she felt the season shifting she found herself uncertain if that proclamation would ring true this fall. She had no interest in bearing the villain any children, but she'd been so out of it during her imprisonment that she wasn't even sure what options for escape even remained in her arsenal.

The pinkish mare came too as she was grazing, having been daydreaming of a simpler, happier life at the sound of someone coming near. Where once she might have greeted a newcomer with kindness, her hangups from the Lagoon (having been reawakened by this lock-up) flared and she whipped toward the intruder with pinned ears and wild eyes. "What do you want?"