She flies from Island Resort. Her heart has not mended watching him with her and so she has left, to perhaps find a new home somewhere else. She has not forgotten the mare, Dizzy, would not, but for now she needed to leave. She needed to find someplace to heal her heart and take it back from him, even if he never knew he had it in the first place. So she flies until the ground below her looks interesting and then her wings tilt to take her down. She never has thought much of the borders and the welcoming committee and so when she lands it’s quite near the middle of the land.
There’s a small lake she quenches her thirst from, almost contemplates taking a quick swim to wipe the sweat from her body, but she doesn’t. This place is new and it would be too trusting to wade into a vulnerable position in a place she didn’t know.
There is also a scent she knows but cannot yet place on the air. It lingers, tantalizing in its familiarity. She takes a moment to look around, taking in all the scents, the looks. Noting the differences from Island Resort and Ischia, and also noting some similarities. She can see the ocean in the distance, wonders if it is warmer than the waters surrounding her previous two homes. She wanders, waiting for the interaction her arrival will surely bring as she ponders over the familiar scent that she still can’t place, that lingers here and there.
Roma
the night is dark and full of terrors