Aeolus:

[Aeolus]

we've been running away from space and time
if we don't fit in the grand design

The news of danger is rarely ever spoken here. If it is then it is only done in quiet whispers, shielding it from the younger ears and not to disturb the paradise that surrounds them all. With recent events though, Aeolus has experienced the dangers of the outside world. It was minimal compared to the current dangers of politics between kingdoms; however, it seemed enough to cause an uproar from his own mother and residents of Ischia. But such things pass quickly. It is easy to forget about the news of danger that comes knocking when you are surrounded by a beautiful paradise like Ischia has to offer. There are only simple things here. The beauty of nature reminds all of them to count their blessings, especially in a world the rages with chaos outside of it. Aeolus founds himself exactly doing that. He forgets about the troubling news. Perhaps only because the uproar had turned out to be a positive outcome. It seemed all the Island had been happy after everything. Even his own mother returned to her normal habits, though taking on more responsibilities as the new leader of the island. He enjoys the simplicity of the day. The warm afternoon sun hung high in the sky, crashing of soft waves against the seashore, and the familiar sounds of the island. Aeolus moves freely between where the jungle becomes thick with tropical plants and trees. Through the tropical foliage he can see the beach and where it disappears into the open body of water. A modest smile covers his purple splashed lips as the feeling of content fills him today. He considers taking a swim in the northernmost lake today, but the sound of a honey-like voice catches his attention. The yearling’s ears flicker in the direction towards the beach at the sound of the greeting. Aeolus quickly turns towards the beach, pushing past the tropical foliage that stands in his way. A curious and questionable expression gently changes across the finer features of his noble shaped head as he peers through the verdure. He quickly spots the black and blue gunmetal colored mare. Aeolus doesn’t hesitate to move towards the mare, especially an unfamiliar face that has come to their island today. With ease, he moves gracefully across the soft sand beneath him. The sun naturally shines on him and brightens his sunset colored coat. “Hello!” Aeolus greets with warmth and excitement. He takes a deep inhale in as he nears the black and blue mare. There is a crisp scent lingering on her, a scent of a season he has yet to ever experience before considering much of the weather stays the same all year around. “Decided to get away from the cold already?” He adds as a boyish grin curls quickly across his lips.

then no one can ever confine us, and no one can ever define us
we're just trying to live where the wild things are

Aeolus

@[Cyprin]