02-28-2017, 09:39 PM
The island had intrigued Nerius from the moment he spotted it off the coast outside the Tephra's territory. It had not been easy for the young stallion to get through that territory; he'd greeted another horse he passed before setting on his way, saying he was merely passing through. Any hostility he was met with, he decided to avoid a fight and just continue on his way, not willing to risk an injury if he wanted to go check out that place.
Seeing it now, in the distance, the ocean stretching like a bed of grass between him and the island, he couldn't feel more excited. The stallion's muscles were taunt with his happiness as he watched the ocean move below, knowing he would have to wait for a certain time of the day to cross it.
During some time in the Meadow, Nerius had heard tales of the island of Ischia. Since it was off the mainland, supposedly, not many horses had contact with those who lived there. Sure, some might come to the mainland on occasion to negotiate peace with the other kingdoms, but more than likely, they kept to themselves.
With a whole island to be on and have solitude in case a fight broke out between kingdoms, who wouldn't appreciate it?
Nerius stayed by the coast outside Tephra for a number of days, watching the ocean tides as they came in and out. He needed to be able to predict the safest time to cross; after all, the ocean could change at any second if the weather suddenly took a turn. After taking his time and figuring out when it was safe to cross the sandbars to get to Ischia, Nerius took a moment to look back at the sprawling land of Beqanna behind him.
He wouldn't be leaving the land, that was for sure, since Ischia was still part of it. However, the mainland would now be left behind, unless he could not find a home on that island. Hopefully, he would; he wanted to get out there, have his own life, prove he could survive on his own as a stallion just like his sire had.
It took a good portion of the day to reach the island, and what made it seem longer was that the tide hadn't gone out till late enough in the day that, by the time Nerius reached the other side, the sun was on its way to setting. The stallion let out a whinny of joy as he hopped off the last sandbar onto the beach that lined the coast of the ocean, looking back to the path he'd taken over and noticing how the tide was starting to come in a little.
Thank goodness he'd made it in time after that slipping incident.
Nerius wished to go and find one of the horses who lived here, but he was tired after that journey. It had taken time and great care to reach the island, as some of the sandbar dunes were broken here and there and he had to jump the small gaps. The sand was also wet and, in some places, slippery, so the stallion wasn't surprised when, at one point, he slipped and fell in. Luckily, since tide was out, he didn't get very wet, but his lower legs were soaked, along with his side when he fell.
Shaking his golden pelt, the stallion made his way off the beach and to the trees that more than likely marked the border, or at least, the start of the good land in the territory; after all, not much a beach could offer. Nerius took shelter among the trees and started to graze, eager to fill his belly some.
He couldn't wait forever to ask for a home though, especially if a resident of this kingdom found him here; he could be in big trouble for not alerting any horse. Letting out a calling neigh, asking for someone who heard him to perhaps take some time to come greet him, Nerius stood under a tree and cocked one of his hind legs, letting his head drop and closing his eyes to doze until someone arrived.
Seeing it now, in the distance, the ocean stretching like a bed of grass between him and the island, he couldn't feel more excited. The stallion's muscles were taunt with his happiness as he watched the ocean move below, knowing he would have to wait for a certain time of the day to cross it.
During some time in the Meadow, Nerius had heard tales of the island of Ischia. Since it was off the mainland, supposedly, not many horses had contact with those who lived there. Sure, some might come to the mainland on occasion to negotiate peace with the other kingdoms, but more than likely, they kept to themselves.
With a whole island to be on and have solitude in case a fight broke out between kingdoms, who wouldn't appreciate it?
Nerius stayed by the coast outside Tephra for a number of days, watching the ocean tides as they came in and out. He needed to be able to predict the safest time to cross; after all, the ocean could change at any second if the weather suddenly took a turn. After taking his time and figuring out when it was safe to cross the sandbars to get to Ischia, Nerius took a moment to look back at the sprawling land of Beqanna behind him.
He wouldn't be leaving the land, that was for sure, since Ischia was still part of it. However, the mainland would now be left behind, unless he could not find a home on that island. Hopefully, he would; he wanted to get out there, have his own life, prove he could survive on his own as a stallion just like his sire had.
It took a good portion of the day to reach the island, and what made it seem longer was that the tide hadn't gone out till late enough in the day that, by the time Nerius reached the other side, the sun was on its way to setting. The stallion let out a whinny of joy as he hopped off the last sandbar onto the beach that lined the coast of the ocean, looking back to the path he'd taken over and noticing how the tide was starting to come in a little.
Thank goodness he'd made it in time after that slipping incident.
Nerius wished to go and find one of the horses who lived here, but he was tired after that journey. It had taken time and great care to reach the island, as some of the sandbar dunes were broken here and there and he had to jump the small gaps. The sand was also wet and, in some places, slippery, so the stallion wasn't surprised when, at one point, he slipped and fell in. Luckily, since tide was out, he didn't get very wet, but his lower legs were soaked, along with his side when he fell.
Shaking his golden pelt, the stallion made his way off the beach and to the trees that more than likely marked the border, or at least, the start of the good land in the territory; after all, not much a beach could offer. Nerius took shelter among the trees and started to graze, eager to fill his belly some.
He couldn't wait forever to ask for a home though, especially if a resident of this kingdom found him here; he could be in big trouble for not alerting any horse. Letting out a calling neigh, asking for someone who heard him to perhaps take some time to come greet him, Nerius stood under a tree and cocked one of his hind legs, letting his head drop and closing his eyes to doze until someone arrived.