06-24-2018, 11:43 AM
A heavy exhale is pushed forcefully from dark lips, as if the simple act would rid herself of all her problems. And for the quickest second it does, giving her enough time to refocus on the primary reason for returning to the tropical island--to find some peace and clarity. It was all too ironic then, that the place amidst Beqanna that had overcome her the truest sense of serenity just so happend to be in Ischia, the place that the person at the root of inner turmoil happened to call home. She had tried and hopelessly failed to find that same type of surrounding in Nerine, and though she loved her home, it was simply not there. From her viewpoint, the beauty of the waterfall that Brennen had shown her when she first ventured to Ischia was unmatched, and had struck the leopard mare with such blinding awe that it silenced all the rambling thoughts at first glance. That was the feeling she so desperately craved.
The burning of her front limb makes her recall the journey to get where she rested now. By the time she had made it to the land bridge, the water had already risen to blanket the path, but it lappeared as though it would still be possible to find some traction. She had hesitated, but stubborness overrided all else and her mind was set--there was no going back when she was so close to what she desired. Despite her greatest efforts at hurrying, she'd been forced to swim a portion of the way into the island's coast, the current drawing her away from familiarity of the beach where the bridge would have brought her to. Her limb managed to catch on a rock or coral (she couldn't say for sure) as she pulled herself further up the sandy embankment, leaving a gash that the salt water was quick to make her notice.
Breckin stood at the edge of the sea facing inward near a large sea worn boulder, scanning the treeline with trained eyes, assessing the likelihood of being discovered--something she would rather avoid in the present time. Her goal was to get in and get out, not really in the mood to strike up a conversation with a passing stranger for once in her life. The blood trailing down her alabaster limb ran pink as it mixed with the briney water that still clung to her, choosing to remain drenched in favor of shaking out her spotted coat. It was a look that suited her current mood, she decided--feeling drowned in newfound emotions.
The burning of her front limb makes her recall the journey to get where she rested now. By the time she had made it to the land bridge, the water had already risen to blanket the path, but it lappeared as though it would still be possible to find some traction. She had hesitated, but stubborness overrided all else and her mind was set--there was no going back when she was so close to what she desired. Despite her greatest efforts at hurrying, she'd been forced to swim a portion of the way into the island's coast, the current drawing her away from familiarity of the beach where the bridge would have brought her to. Her limb managed to catch on a rock or coral (she couldn't say for sure) as she pulled herself further up the sandy embankment, leaving a gash that the salt water was quick to make her notice.
Breckin stood at the edge of the sea facing inward near a large sea worn boulder, scanning the treeline with trained eyes, assessing the likelihood of being discovered--something she would rather avoid in the present time. Her goal was to get in and get out, not really in the mood to strike up a conversation with a passing stranger for once in her life. The blood trailing down her alabaster limb ran pink as it mixed with the briney water that still clung to her, choosing to remain drenched in favor of shaking out her spotted coat. It was a look that suited her current mood, she decided--feeling drowned in newfound emotions.