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Ava
It had been fun there on the island, eating from coconuts and watching strange creatures come and go. She had kept mostly to herself though, as so many about this place seemed to know where they were going, and have no care for stopping by. She watched as they all eventually left this this last little isle, and crossed to channel to the mainland. Helovia, the other mare had called it. For hours the girl had stared at that strange shore, her mind buzzing with the possibilities. Even the feathers at her side was shiver to think that whole new world.
Yet she never left the isle. All the while she stared at that curious land, her hooves did not lift towards it from the sand. At the return of high tide, or dusk she would always sigh, and turn back to the isle, seemingly content to stay. The girl did not quite understand it, but certainly we could. How could we blame the youth for being timid of really stepping over the edge and leaving even the last thing she knew about this earth, the sea. Not to mention the thought of swimming again. So she hung around, enjoying the late autumn sun and exploring the jungles. For the first week or so she kept a weathered eyes out for a gray equine, but he seemed to have vanished. The girl tried not to think of that loss too much either.
So at first today looked the same as any day. The pearl stood by the seaside, starring across the churning waters. The tide began to come in, and her thoughts began to return to the jungle behind her, but the world was done waiting for the pearl to come from the shadows.
A cry rang out over the girl’s head, and her curled ears twist to catch it. Up in the sky the birds hoover above, drifting on the shifting winds. The pale girl can’t help but feel a smile rise to her lips to watch the birds which she’d grown so fond of. Usually they hoovered down to her, resting against the winds on the beach, and sometimes they’d even share a walk (well sort of, she was would walk towards them and they would walk away in front). But today was different. The wind, in a rushing gust shifted, and swept from the new world. The light locks of the child were overcome from their own usual shiftings and blew straight back, and for the first time the girl truly inhaled the air over Helovia. Her wings rise from her sides, and a bright spark lights in her sea blue eyes. They lift to look at the birds above, waiting for them, when she sees that they are climbing the incoming banks of air towards the mainland. She inhales, holding herself strong, but the feathers at her side quiver and her mane is pulled in a long slow breeze.
The girl literally jumps in. Her heart pounded to light her chest, fluttering like a bird above that she could do nothing less. Immediately she was up to her chest in the water, and her guard fitted wings rose out above the waves to balance her. She swims, for still so strong was the doctrine of her home against flight. The problem was, the tide, in her hesitations, was already coming in, and the water was shockingly cold. It sucked the breath from the girl as she strained into the waves, and her body began to shiver with it. She had never known cold such as this. Never felt the bitter bite of winter. And it kept rising, up and up. How foolish she was to dare the crossing now. Yet her mind had been so taken with the promise of it. A wave surged large to her side and nearly knocked her over, had her wings now spread out to catch against the surface. Her resolve wavered. Then she lost her footing.
A gasp shrieked up as she plunged completely into the salt water, and was pulled in all directions by the waves, the cold freezing every muscle. This was her fate, thought she. This was the punishment for daring cross the waters and defy the gods. So angry was he beneath the waves, he would see her drown now for it. She cursed her own foolishness and cringed against the final descent in the waves, for now, seeing the sea god did not sound nearly as fun as it had months ago.
Another wave shoved her forward, and she thought the last decent was coming, but instead of finding the raging sea god, her hooves scrapped sand. When she found the surface again, instead of a gasp came a solid, full breath, before the wave surged over her again. This time she was ready, and her limbs, tingling with numbness, kicked and surged, even her wings, lifted and plowed into the water like an oar. Finally she began to rise above the waves, and the water sank from her sides. Ava may be like a childish enough to attempt the swim, but she was proving to be made of stronger stuff.
As she rose from the water, staggering up the bank, her eyes were pulled down, and her whole body shivered. So when the sand rose up sharply for the first dune, her body could not meet the challenge anymore, and fell a wet shivering heap into the sand. Her heart ached, but not just from the cold. How foolish could she be to think to tempt the god of sea twice! And now look, she would be stuck upon this isle forever. You see, she believed to have been turned around. Her curled ear topped head twists closer into her shivering body, and sea eyes open to look out. Yet she does not see the long flat line of horizon she knew well. No, she sees the volcanic isle, and her heart leaps up from his low frozen beat. Her breeze pulls at her wet mane, picking up like a morning breeze upon the beach (though that only made her shiver more). She had made it across? The celebration was short lived as her own magic worked against her and chilled her already freezing body. Her eyes close against the cold again, and body pulls in close. What was the point of making it across if she froze here on the beach?
"their speech goes here and this is the color
OOC:: Come meet silly little Ava who thought she'd go for a mid-winter swim.
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