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ELDALA gazed up at the sky from her spot in the in intertidal zone of the Riptide Isles(though she knew not that this was their given name). Hues of red and orange burst from the sky to skim the waters about her. It was a glorious sunset with enough gold to satisfy even the most greedy of kings and she reveled in the beauty that seemed to be only for her eyes. Bright blue optics scan her surroundings and she realizes she's likely going to need to sleep out here tonight, lest she become lost in the night. She picks up the bit of moss from home up off the rocks and begins to wade towards the larger of the islands.
The mare had been hunting, stalking her Muricidae prey, in the hopes of finding enough to synthesize a small amount of Tyrian purple. Eyes had stuck to the ground, hooves had stepped carefully, and neck had ached. A difficult task, to be sure, but not impossible. As soon as she'd arrived, Eldala had scraped a bit of dried sea salt onto the moss so that the dye might begin the soaking process immediately once obtained. The little mare had not been expecting to find much, to be honest, but had been pleasantly surprised to find quite a few dozen good sized rock snails. The task of capturing, placing them on a rock, smashing, and then rolling the moss in the liquid was set to over the course of many hours but, alas, she was done. The young fem really didn't know entirely what she was going to do with it just yet. The only thing she knew from back home was that the rock snails made the rarest form of purple in the world, that you needed a lot to dye something, and that salt and boiling or hot water were involved.
Cloven hooves dug into the rocky earth of a hill just as thick fog begins to roll in. /Its all so wonderfully magical here, a world of its own, just basking in gold that dances in the fog/ She makes it to the top, drops her moss gently, and lets out her held breath with a whoosh. There's a small spring nearby that is shortly set upon with greedy lapping until her thirst is sated. /Carrying that stuff back tomorrow is not going to be fun, like...at all./ The hazelnut stretches her feminine body out long before walking about to explore her surroundings.
There are many different types of birds here and plant life is gloriously abundant for so late in the year. It was all rather subduing, this island, as if one could get lost in time here. It would not be so bad, she supposed, to lose oneself within the warm embrace of solitude eternal. Surprisingly, she is reminded of a tale her father once told her where no one who submitted to that seduction had ever felt anything but the sting of trickery and loneliness after. No, she decides, a life robust in connections, however exasperating at times, was far superior to such a fate.
Hidden within some trees nearby appeared to be a dark hole signifying the presence of a cave. A cave would be nice, but the curvy mare really wanted to stay outside tonight and enjoy the warmer weather. After all, her northern home was nearly under a Johnny-height of snow by now. A few more quiet steps led her to a nice, thick bed of island grass not too far from the entrance, set forward in the treeline just a bit, that allowed one a view of the ocean.
/Oh yes, this is it. What a lovely view. I'm astonished that there don't seem to be any scents of other horses here./
She grabs the precious cargo and secrets it in a bush next to the grass bed before laying down with a grunt. It had been a long day and she was thankful that no one else seemed to be about at the moment. Her long, white mane fell over her legs in a kind of pillow for her heavy head. Eldala could imagine nothing more wonderful than falling asleep like this, staring out at the remainder of the sunset while the fog slowly enveloped your body. Heavy white lashes drooped over her ocean colored eyes. She was so very tired.
Stock by ForsakeWolf and EquineUNL(will have these on the photo soon, just forgot)
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