Ischia has lulled him through the seasons, and the spotted male has easily drifted from isle to isle and day to day. However, today he woke from the lull with the realization that on the mainland, it was already summer. He’s shaken his crest and though he’d spent the majority of the morning on his island scavenging for food like he usually did, by noon he’d decided he needed a little break. Stay connected to the rest of the world, too.
He hadn’t decided yet if he should visit Noah in the Pampas; though when the gold-spotted falcon flew past, he noted that there were a few changes; the herd had grown larger. He wondered sadly if that was despite or because he’d left the place last autumn, but pushed past. Today was a day for new things, not old ones.
How wrong he was.
Aodhan landed in the meadow, shifting back into his horse-shape no sooner than he touched the ground. The former-bird looked around the grass with a pleasantly-surprised look on his face for a moment; then, he noticed a suspiciously-familiar looking girl running past, with a group of friends it seemed. Gaping after Fenwe for a moment, he only then realized that this meant that her mother was around too, and turned to look for her.
She’s easy to spot - a beautiful combination of teal and white greets him from the corner of his eyes, and the knabstrup hybrid makes his way over with a careful smile - a smile of old friends, of one-night-lovers who hadn’t kept in contact very much after the one visit; she’d always made clear she didn’t want anything from him. And so he didn’t offer.
”She’s grown so fast.” he tells her as a ways of greeting; his green eyes taking in her face with a smile. They’re both older, too, and it probably shows. But he doesn’t think that’s a bad thing, not at all.
from the ashes a fire shall be woken
@[Let]
assuming Fenwe kind of ran off (: