Adria
I felt nothing at all, freedom of the fall
Hyaline was exactly like Tähti had promised it would be: a perfect sanctuary. The two females had traveled easily enough along the winding river, upstream until the rapids between the kingdom’s many mountains broke wide open into the most beautiful lake Adria could ever have imagined. Swimming in its crystal waters (which held more depth than the others might ever comprehend) was like a retreat of sorts, confined as a fishbowl might be but altogether ideal for only one creature like herself.
Spring melded into Summer and the maturing nereid felt an urge to seek out the other dwellers. Traveling meant immersion, right? In leaving her only home the water-horse had made a strict vow to engage in the full experience Beqanna had to offer, which meant learning from the citizens just as much as learning from the lands they proudly claimed.
A balmy northern afternoon found her surfacing after not having tasted air in days, sending wide ribbons of blue ripples towards one smooth edge of shoreline as Adria glided from liquid to land. She could see the wysteria in bloom as her gray hooves guided her, not paying much attention to when or where she slipped off the banks and into the more deeply wooded areas.
Her mane was growing lighter, halfway dry and her scales already disappeared when a clearing exposed itself to her: a verdant-colored archway that led the splashed buckskin from the base of one mountain forest and out into a gloriously sunny valley where it connected with another towering crag. “Incredible!” She gasped, eyes widening. Like the sea she loved so much, waves of soft wind rippled the grass as she floated among it, glances of light peeking out from behind peaks of white giving the young mare a molten gold sheen.
The adventurer had gone in search of company, only she’d found a secret place instead.
ooc: She's up for friends, enemies, whatever
