Riptide Isles
Ingrid stood on the sandy shore and stared out over the ocean. She could see a strange light coming from a group of nearby islands that rose out of the sea, but she didn't give a flying fuck. No, her eyes were trained on a flying horse: Amaris. There was no doubt about it. The dragonmare appeared to be stalling over the water, the golden speck of her companion buzzed around her. Ingrid was suddenly filled with a childlike need to talk to her old friend, and the sea was fairly calm at the moment.
Fuck it. I'll swim, she decided, wading into the water.
The surf was cold, swirling around her legs and seeping through her coat. She shuddered, but kicked forward anyway into the open ocean. Suddenly, she felt a strange deja-vu. Hadn't she swum to a group similar islands before, only to find Amaris and Yael already there along with a talking parrot one time? That archipelago had looked just like this one, sans the strange light. Her curiosity grew, and she kicked faster, hoping to make some headway while Amaris was staying more or less in one place. She knew that once the older mare chose to dive towards the islands, it would be hard to keep of her. Ingrid's breath was coming in gasps now and she could feel her muscles straining, but she didn't think it would be long now before she made it to shore.
