01-02-2019, 01:03 AM
He'd been away so long. Every step had carried him further until he hardly remembered the scent of the island that had sheltered him as a child. Now he found himself promising that it was a visit. That he'd return to the bone-crowned girl in a few days, but he needed to go. This was a visit long overdue, and he couldn't rationalize putting it off any longer.
It had taken several days to cross Beqanna alone. Head down, jaw set, the flame haired young stallion had walked restlessly until he ran out of places to put his hooves. Instead he waited, water lapping at his heels while he built the courage to cross over to the tree studded island waiting for him. Well then. May as well get this over with. Normally cold water was frigid in the early winter, drinking the heat from his core as it rose over his back.
The passage was short, but enough to chill him to the bone by the time he stepped onto the opposite shore. Not much had changed, he noted, looking around cautiously. Not outwardly, anyhow. It was surreal to step back into his childhood home, expecting treachery and danger in every shadowed hollow. His time had changed him more than he'd realized...
Mother should be around here somewhere. Maybe even Tana was back from his own adventures. Uncle Ivar, surely, still roamed the tropical kingdom. Homesick for a familiar face, he called out hesitantly into the humid air. "Hello? Anyone about?" His voice was hoarse and low, and still managed to agitate the nearby parrots. If nothing else, their abrupt eruption from their roosts would alert anyone looking to his presence. Slowly following a familiar path, the buckskin boy looked hopefully for some sign of his family.
@[Ivar]
It had taken several days to cross Beqanna alone. Head down, jaw set, the flame haired young stallion had walked restlessly until he ran out of places to put his hooves. Instead he waited, water lapping at his heels while he built the courage to cross over to the tree studded island waiting for him. Well then. May as well get this over with. Normally cold water was frigid in the early winter, drinking the heat from his core as it rose over his back.
The passage was short, but enough to chill him to the bone by the time he stepped onto the opposite shore. Not much had changed, he noted, looking around cautiously. Not outwardly, anyhow. It was surreal to step back into his childhood home, expecting treachery and danger in every shadowed hollow. His time had changed him more than he'd realized...
Mother should be around here somewhere. Maybe even Tana was back from his own adventures. Uncle Ivar, surely, still roamed the tropical kingdom. Homesick for a familiar face, he called out hesitantly into the humid air. "Hello? Anyone about?" His voice was hoarse and low, and still managed to agitate the nearby parrots. If nothing else, their abrupt eruption from their roosts would alert anyone looking to his presence. Slowly following a familiar path, the buckskin boy looked hopefully for some sign of his family.
@[Ivar]