Ahrk fin Kel lost prodah, do ved viing ko fin krah,
Tol fod zeymah win kein meyz fundein!

Following her conversation with Ghost on the beach, the small mare wanders off again. This time she moves east, back towards the familiar scenery of trees and shadows to firmly plant herself back in her comfort zone. There she drifted with relatively light steps, shifting from one shadow to the next despite her messed up sense and strange vision - seeing everything as variations of hue based on temperature. In other words, thermal radiation - not that she would even understand what that is. The black stuff staining her face is mostly hidden against her black fur, only showing where the stripes upon her face appear to be broken. Whatever this is, she doesn't like it. She doesn't like the incessant coughing or the wet, heavy feeling of her lungs or being able to see thermal radiation. Perhaps, if she ever found him again, she'd kick his ass for getting her infected with this damned disease.

Turning to face south, the mare quickly sees many bright yellow-orange shapes standing on what she could only imagine is an island out on the sea. She didn't remember seeing it there before all this mess but then again, she'd never felt the urge to travel this far south before so the dragonborn is willing to admit that she may have overlooked them before. She stands still for several moments, simply watching as the number of warm bodies increases on the land mass. She also notices several starting from the shore and either swimming across in the ocean or flying across on their large wings. The islands, it seems, are drawing a rather massive crowd and Dovahkiin isn't one to ignore that kind of attention.

The dragonborn moves forward, sliding her well-muscled form into the ocean waves, kicking her strong legs and riding the crests with relative ease. The further out she gets, the more her illness laden lungs take a toll on her endurance so by the time she reaches the shore of the islands, the small mare is breathing embarrassingly hard. Her well muscled legs burn from the vigorous activity, though she knows that pain will dissipate while she waits for something to happen. The striped mare pulls herself from the water and slides into the back of the crowd, trying her best to steady her breathing enough that none would notice or scoff at her weakness. Her green eyes focus on the largest blotch of warm color somewhere near the center of the commotion. The sheer size of it, male or female, is impressive as hell and for a moment a sultry smirk curves her dark lips. 'Hm.. bet that one would be fun.'

DOVAHKIIN