He had grown quite comfortable here. Memorizing each bend of sand, sea cavern and grove of jungle. His usual position in the sky made this easy. Lavender feathers carried him across the landscape with much ease. This gave his eyes time to map the kingdom in his mind, along with noting anything out of place. There was little that went unnoticed by the purple stallion.
The mighty thrust of his flight appendages moved him towards the western edge. A slight shift in weight turns him lazily to view the small scattered isles there. Nothing usually inhabited the rocky flats but today there is a fading trail of tracks on the sea foamed beaches. His brow cocks curiously as again his weight shifts to curl him around like a vulture. Scoping the situation from the vantage point he so often held.
No being stirs but he grows more curious to what had crossed the sands here, so he begins a soft descent. His hooves land quietly on the malleable earth, feathers tucking to his sides. Nares flare to inhale the scents of sea salt and ocean debris. A decaying sea creature was not far, he can tell. Silver eyes look to the prints in a trail before him. They look to be several days old and resemble his own. Lowering his maw to the beach, he attempts to draw any clues through it's smell, but any hints are gone. He decides to follow what is left of the trail. Limbs move at a casual pace, lavender whips ridding flies from his hide. His ears swivel to hear the cry of gulls and tandem licking of waves.
Nearing a slight bend in the isle, the prints lead up towards the treeline. A few palms were collected here, and as luck would have it, a familiar figure is tucked under it's shady canopy. "Kylin!" He calls out in surprised confusion. Slowing his pace briefly to access before continuing up to her. His eyes scan her pathetic existence here before adding, "You look like shit. What the hell happened?" He lacked empathy but he wasn't there to pity the poor girl. Obviously she had done a pretty good job of that herself.
Coming to stand near her, the palms shade shifted and with it the sun bore down on her, so he created his own shadow to fall across her. Wings loosened from his sides to expand the shade he created. Bringing his muzzle to her crest, he plucked dried sea grass from her mane. Ears waiting intently for her explaination...
@[Kylin]
