Returning to the ocean had been something that she had been wanting to do for awhile now but with all the responsibilities being thrown at her lately she had little time to indulge herself. Somethings she had done to herself while other things had been totally unexpected but with it all piling up she was starting to feel overwhelmed. Her first and foremost job would always be as a mother since this was something that technically she had allowed to happen in the first place. Everything that spiraled afterwards was just her bad luck catching up on her for the five thousandth time. If their father had decided to stick around rather than taking off like a coward things might be a little easier but she had to make the most of what life threw at her. Her worries would always be there alongside it all but she was starting to realize that she enjoyed being a mother despite the horrible aches and pains that went along with the territory. Now that her remaining son was growing up she was at a loss of what to do with herself so she would not struggle with the scary fact that she might one day have to say goodbye.

Slipping away from the herd had been relatively easy but she still resented doing it with just being proclaimed Glazier. It had been a cause of much of the tension lately for she could not figure out what she was supposed to do for the job. Creating things had never been one of her strong suits but she at least had to try to do as she was asked. Deep down she couldn't shake the self doubt that she would never amount to anything leaving her confidence in tattered ruins. It wasn't a matter of if she would fail or not it was just a matter of when she would mess everything up like she always did. Cantering down the cliffside she tried to forget her failures and get herself back to feeling like herself again. The salty ocean breeze playfully tossed her long locks about until the rocks slowed her pace. Stopping for a minute to gaze down from her high vantage point into the deep blue water she took a couple deep calming breaths to clear her head before continuing down the rocky ledge.

Being a creature of habit the descent never went smoothly as her hooves slid awkwardly on the rocks surface. Stumbling multiple times she finally made it down to the sandy shoreline with only three or four varying sized cuts on her delicate legs which was better than her usual tally. Not caring about the painful sting her open wounds would cause as they hit the salt water she waded into the water ignoring the burning in her legs as her blood mixed with the water to wash it away without a trace.

@[Bucephalus]