Exhaustion clung to her body as the sun grew warmer upon the dark blue of her pelt. For a long while, she laid helplessly among the crabs, listening to the gentle pattering of their movements around her. Eyes closed against the unforgiving rays of the summer sun overhead, she could feel a gentle coolness to the breeze. The changing of the season was upon them. The dark world around her felt oddly familiar as she lay in wait, contemplating which direction she should try first. All of them felt equally daunting - all of them except the silent return into the sea. Lapping gently at her hind end, the waves beckoned her towards the only piece of familiarity she had left. It's chilling embrace was almost welcoming against her sand clung form.
Still, she remained unmoving and uncertain.
There was no way to mark the change of time, except for by the intensity of the suns light against the shadow of her blindness. Dark figures were all that made up her world now and with no way of knowing friend or foe, she was not confident in her fate.
It did not take long for the heavy footfalls of another to stretch across the span of sand and into the pits of her hearing. The approaching equine's pace was leisurely at first, as though unsure of the destination of her feet. The wind shifted as the figure drew nearer and Vi tensed against the familiarity of the stranger. The soft perfume of the stranger wrapped around her like the warm embrace of a mother. It reminded her of hot, smothering days within the fold of a thousand tropical trees. Of a childhood fraught with wonder and uncertainty. Despite the hope she held within her heart, she knew that it could not be possible that her mother still lived.
Still a slight distance away, her name drifted across the sand with urgency as the stranger recognized her almost instantly. The voice hit her like a clap of thunder, leaving her breathless. Too weak to move she waited as the motherly scent neared to linger just above her prone body. Cotton grew within the back of her throat as Scorch's emotion filled the space between them. At the mare's leathery touch, Vi trembled.
How long had it been and to be found once more upon the shore of the place of her birth. A lone tear slid free from her heavily lidded eye. Even though the action was in vain, she lifted her gaze towards the voice - pointing her sightless pale eyes upon her mother. Desperately she wished to see her once more. To see the love within the mare's gaze. Instead, she imagined it as it once was when she was a foal - knobby-kneed and, probably, slightly ugly.
"M - mother?" she whispered hoarsely into the void between them. "I - I'm home."
VI
lights will guide you home
@[Scorch]