A God's Creation [Leilan]

[Leilan]

Suddenly everything has changed; and yet nothing is different. Sure Krone and her family have left, including her new lover; but alas, he's never met them before even if he had set foot on these islands multiple times earlier. Now Brennen is the leader instead of just the war leader - not a big difference to the stocky roan either. What is different, is that he should be calling this island home. But what is a home if you don't know every inch of it? Right. Just a place. Easily changeable. This of course, needs to become different to Leilan. So the stallion makes his way into the foliage and the parrots; they chitter-chatter about the 'strangers' - so many men are on this island now, brethren-in-arms, that it upsets the birds. But he listens hardly to them. He'll become less and less of a stranger to them; some have already started to recognize him as 'the one with the gold' or something of the matter. Though it flatters him, he does not have the illusion that it is, to them, more than a mere description. He also remembers he is not the only one with mane and tail like these; but he hasn't seen Madelyn or Amorette since the Games, so he doesn't know where they live. His mesmerizing almost makes him forget to pay attention to his surroundings. Quickly he heeds the shape of the rocks and trees once more, noticing a stream a little further away. Set on finding out where it leads, he follows it until he stands atop a waterfall. The sound is overwhelming, though not so much as it would be down there. Unfortunately, this means that he has to climb down - step by step he does, paying careful attention to where he steps on the wet rocks. Finally down, the tropical summer heat that he has yet to get used to, makes him thirsty. Unaware of any creatures within, he takes a good long drink from the fresh water. Only to be surprised when he's staring into a pair of eyes; as big and shocked as perhaps his own. They're blue, almost icily so, much the colour of the sea around the water. He blinks once or twice, then raises his brown head, revealing to her the roaning of his coat as well as the different colours of his mane. Only then, he notices the rest of her - his breath catches for a second, caught by surprise. "My! Does that mean you're trapped, milady?" he wonders. Not a proper greeting, honestly, he remembers later. But sometimes it is better not to care about formalities.