Bellisma

Bellisma didn’t know what she was doing, where she was going, or why she was doing it. But there had been this smell… it was intoxicating. She had ventured to the edge of the Hidden Falls, where she had spent quite some time healing (both her mind and body). There was something so healing about water…

But then she had found herself wandering at the edges of her new herdlands. She had been bright and curious as a filly, but that had drastically changed once her family had lost the war. But perhaps this glimmer of venturesomeness was an echo of her foalhood shining through all the misery that had been her life.

So the little, golden mare had smelled a tangy, salty, somewhat sour, and entirely potent scent; and she followed her delicate nostrils on tiny legs. The sun beat down as she wound her way through the grassy dunes, her light body easily floating over the hot sand. This was similar to her desert home, though the addition of sea oats and salt grasses made it different enough that she continued on. If it had been exactly like her home, she surely would have turned back.

The new scar (more an old scab) twinged as she climbed the last large set of dunes, making her pause briefly. She didn’t want to reopen the delicate tissue and start bleeding again- though it appeared that wish was in vain. A thin trickle of crimson wound its way down her leg, and her bright green eyes narrowed in irritation. It seems she could go no where without leaking blood. She snorted, the sound comically petite and exasperated, and she continued her climb.

All vexation swiftly fled as she topped the sandy knoll. She froze, emerald eyes wide and framed by thick lashes. Her body was rigid with shock, her tuliped ears straining forward, and her nostrils flared open. A small, golden statue of Arabian breeding stood in incredulity at what stretched before her.

The wind hit against at her small frame, whipping and tugging her golden locks around her. But she stayed firmly rooted for long moments atop the dune. She had never seen anything like this before. She only knew of seas of sand, and small pools of water. An ocean of water?! It was incredible, and the tangy smell of seaweed, salt, and occasional rotting organic material was heavenly.

”Oh my,” the wind took the chiming words away from her lips and carried them to unknown ears. She wanted so badly to run to the water, to ensure that this wasn’t a mirage that so often plagued her old home. But she was torn. The playful waves that lapped up on shore and beckoned her were overruled by the angry crashing of breakers further out. Their fury of foam, white water, and violence held her rooted at the top of the hill.

But, in the end, the playfulness won her over, and- overwhelmed by the beauty that is the sea- she whinnied loudly as she leapt into a gallop towards the ocean. It was incredible to see her run, and somewhat terrifying, as she flew down the tall dune as a golden streak. She crashed into the water in a spray of salt and sand and neighed again, the bell like sound floating over the crashing surf.

Though the salt water stung her leg, it strangely soothed as it washed away some of the blood. She pranced through the shallow water, crystal droplets clinging to her legs and body, a golden sea sprite enjoying her first day at the beach.

ooc| @[Voodoo] Hi :) Sorry I didn't do this over the weekend! Sorry this is a boring post, I couldn't think of what else to have her do. But she's never been to the ocean, so that's kind of fun :)