Freyja stood at the cliff's edge, weight pressed firmly into the ground, peering thoughtfully down at the tide below. The sharp winter air bit forcefully into her, seeking out the warm flesh beneath her coat. She shivered against the breeze, shuddering forcefully with the strength of the chill running down her spine. The sea was quiet today, and she found it strange; she had already grown accustomed to the constant rumble that seemed to loiter in the background everywhere she went. She had not been to the sea before coming here - she'd never had a need, or a reason, or a desire to. The inland forests were her home and she had stayed close to the places she was most familiar with.

The first time she'd heard it, seen it, it was... Exhilarating. Fascinating, wonderful, terrifying. So many things. It sent her heart running, pounding out a marathon against her ribcage, adrenaline singing through her veins. She could spend hours just sitting here, watching the waves come in and out, watching the sun rise from her little vantage point on the north end. As the sky was painted with hues of pink and purple and blue, as the stars faded, she idly wondered what to do with her day; perhaps she could hunt down Myrrine and make a trip to the Threshold.

A particularly strong breeze nipped against her skin, causing her to twitch and tremble. She was eager for warmer weather. She had never done well in the cold, and in fact found her timing regrettable. Spring would be welcomed eagerly, she was rather excited to see how life re-emerged and blossomed here. Spring would bring new opportunities, she felt, and she was excited to truly begin her new life here. If she could carve out her own little place, find a niche in the herd in which she truly fit, then she could foresee herself staying here for a very long time.

She felt welcomed, Elsa and Myrrine had been so kind to her. They were the only ones she had met so far. Elsa had mentioned in passing a stallion named Tembovu, but Freyja had not sought him out. She knew better than to interrupt a king, and instead figured they would meet when the fates felt it was the right time. She had kept a close eye on Myrrine, resisting the urge to stick to her like glue. Call it motherly protection or just loneliness, but she felt so strongly pulled to the little winged mare. It was odd.

Looking down from the sky as the last of the stars faded, the bay wondered if she should set off. Part of her only wanted to lounge here, but she knew she should be productive, or at least try. Laziness was going to get her nowhere, and though her heart raced with anxiety at the thought of butting into herd business, she knew she had to find her place, and quickly.