Something was terribly wrong, and she had no idea how to fix it. The sun should be up by now. Every bone in her body said so, but there was no sun. Only the midnight darkness of a new moon, and the wash of waves on the shore.
The shore. That thought triggered something in her mind, the memory of her home that had faded into absent knowledge. So she made her way, more by memory than sight, until the water sounded close by and the air opened up around her. Vaguely, she saw it. The blue fragmenting light that Ischia was so famous for on the mainland. Magical blue light that defined the shoreline as the waves broke on it, brilliant in the dark.
She breathed a sigh of conflicted relief. That was the same, at least. Her hoof came down on a piece of wood, terrifying in its sudden sound. She started, heart racing, wondering why things were so loud in the dark. There was no time to ponder the pointless question, however, as another sound took her attention. "Hello?" She called out, thinking she had caught a suggestion of movement, but it was impossible to tell.
The salt scent this close the the water made other smells unreliable to track, so she didn't bother with it. Simply hoped whoever, whatever, was out there still lingered.
@[Titanya]