All the time that has passed between them leaving here as yearlings and now, is a blur for her. One day they return to only find they must leave again. Why? She was unsure. So from the blackened soil of Tephra she had starred out across the oceans to the small isle of her birth. Wondering what goes on there now. If it was truly such a bad place under its new ruler. One she had grown up seeing regularly but never interacted with. The bay with black wings had stood beside her mother, so she wonders why he had removed her from being the islands caretaker...
Those thoughts had suddenly faded when Kori arrived in Tephra with news. News that he was stealing her away. The golden pinto was chivalrous and quickly confronted Krom. Telling her twin that he was taking her away from her home and family. Forcing her to stay in Ischia with him. She hadn't completely been against it but the look in Kroms' eyes made her nervous. Never has he been threatening to anyone before, besides Morty of course. She now wonders what will happen to her here. What purpose she was to serve and why Kori had wanted her...
She was not a shy nor quiet girl but as she walked alongside Trekori she remained silent. She was nearly two and her earthy brown coat was now a rosie steel. Perhaps not even recognizable to those who have seen her here before. A forgotten princess of Ischia. The sand bridge was a welcome sight and she crossed it easily. Much more so as her legs have lengthened with age. The sea salt waters barely coming up to her knees. It felt good though, and for a moment she stills and closes her eyes. Ears twist to hear the faint call of tropical avian. A sound she has nearly forgotten with time. It brings a smile to her lips as memories of her childhood surface.
When her eyes finally reopen and she again walks beside Kori. Hooves shifting in the malleable soils underfoot as they find the sandy beaches. Lavender eyes scan about the area -one she has seen many times- finding it unchanged. Along the shoreline, tiny sea birds dig bugs from the sands. It is a small pinkish shell that catches her immediate attention. With a slight squeal of joy, she picks up her pace to a fancy trot. Quickly come up upon the trinket, she stops just above it and lowers her muzzle to brush along its surface. With a content grin she closes her eyes and gathers decorative armor to conform to her delicate features. A decorative brow band holds the shell upon her forehead, just as her mother had held the green scallop of Ischia.
With a rise of her head, she turns to look for her escort. He wouldn't be far off she is sure. Proud of her decorative display, her eyes find him to ask of his opinion, "Whaddya think?" Lavender eyes roll upwards to the mask of platinum holding the pink jewel centered on her forehead...
@[Trekori] or anyone else is free to enter as well. @[Brennen] @[Kylin]