Ever since the day he landed back on Ischia beaches in a furious flurry of feathers, she hadn't escaped his mind. No, this would never be forgotten. Then when he had found his children born of Ischias keeper, his sister, it had surfaced this feeling of betrayal again. Sabra had been pregnant when he had went to find her and he always knew the foal would too be his. So he found himself pondering over the idea of returning to Sylva again.
He hadn't ponder long, maybe an hour or two, before his great expanse of wing was gripping at the turbulent winds again. Each thrust of intertwined feathers carried him nearer to what he knew he needed to do. Where he needed to be.
It wasn't long before the ever autumn forests were in plain sight. The sight did not cause him to smile though. It was much to early for that. From the height of the clouds he simply observed for some time. Looping back around to watch for any movement. Anything along the forest floor was near impossible to make out through the canopy.
Just as he grew bored and decided on moving in closer, a flash of cream and purple darted through the trees and dipped back down onto a rocky plateau. The sight immediately perked his ears and spread a grin on his lips. Following with a shift of his weight and tucking of his wings.
His descent is quick and precise. Aimed for a clearing just near the southern rock formations, his hooves make contact with a slight rumble of earth awakening the slumbering child. The lavender stallions presence here was most likely unwanted but there was no turning back now. With a craning of his neck, silver eyes land upon the foal. An obvious smile on his face as he pries, "Hello there. Who might you be?" It's a simple question with a much simpler answer, but maybe the foal would release clues to confirm his suspicions...
@[Kwartz]