Warmth washed across the sabino mare's body like a tidal wave, encompassing her entire figure from the tips of her hooves all the way to the sharply curled points of her ears. It suffused her entire chest, dampening the sharp emotions therein until they were blunter, softer, easier to manage. She exhaled in relief, closing her blue eyes and letting the small tears gathered at the corners fall freely from her lashes.

The floral aspect of the herbs she'd picked - chamomile and lavender and valerian - coated her tongue in unpleasant ways, but the relief they offered was worth the bitter taste. It lifted the weight of her sadness and loneliness and left her feeling a little absent-minded, which was part of why she had waited to consume them until she was leaving the Crossing so that they would begin to take affect as she waded ashore.

In truth, she didn't have a good reason for picking Salem other than that it was as least like the jungle in which she'd found love, borne a child, and lost them both. It was said to be desolate and dry and empty. All of the things she wanted after losing everything that she had.

Or thought she did anyway. The sun was brutal as she pulled herself ashore, forcing the sabino to squint her eyes and make her way for a rock outcropping to hide from it. The beach bore plenty of hoofprints, which spoke to some sort of occupancy, but she lacked the desire to investigate yet. It was enough that no canopy lingered over head, and no whispers came from the trees. She had no memories here, and it is for that reason that she is finally able to lower herself against the warm rock, to close her eyes as her painted coat bakes in the sun, with a soft snore escaping her maw almost immediately.