Ever since she had come into contact with another horse, she had changed, it had shaped her in a way she thought was not possible, and even with the attempted murder of another, Tasi thought that she could finally integrate herself with others and live in their midst, unbothered by their socialism and sometimes, weird, antics.
The kelpie moves freely at the bottom of the ocean, the pressure it creates almost comforting as she winds through seaweed and forgotten seashells. The water around the islands creates a perfect home for her, warm and subtle oceans cascading into a tropical island she can laze and unwind on, almost seeming too perfect, especially since she had taken no interest in the island's political affairs.
The kelpie rushes toward the sky, watching the sunlight bend the water as it glitters below the surface, casting an enchanting glow on her golden colours as she moves with haste.
As she surfaces her ears twitch to the condemning shatter of cartilage, her head which is positioned above the surface, shooting toward the sound as it echoes in the cave.
"Ivar" she mumbles, noticing the kelpie of similar colour as he moves toward him, her hooves gripping the sand below her as she emerges, her long mane almost sticking to her shoulder as she sheepishly walks toward him, unsure of if he even wanted to meet her.
The mare suddenly becomes quite nervous as her body exits the water, casting a blue smile as she realises it was probably too late to turn back now.
"Hello, Father," she says clearly, having recited the line thousands of times in her head when she was exploring the depths of the ocean, waiting to meet him.
"You seem, distraught," she says, her tone calm and delightful as she smiles at him, her tail trailing behind her as she halts in the ankle-height water.
Tasi