Half of my heart knows just what it wants of me
His feet picked carefully through sand and seaweed, a trail of prints unwinding behind him. The parrots were celebrating something it seemed, whistling and chattering louder than usual. He whistled back to them, muddled echoes of the surroundings bouncing back in his mind discordantly. There were too many layers, he would have to navigate by his native senses instead.
Wandering the familiar paths of the jungle, he segued back to the beach as he always did. Cantering steadily over the strip of fine sand, he bee lined for the sound of waves splashing in. Cool water spattered his skin as he kept on his path, running until his feet no longer touched anything but the sea. Deeper still he went until the water closed over his head. All sound vanished, and his nostrils shuttered against the invading sea.
He drifted like this for a few minutes. Not thinking, not feeling. Just being. All too soon his breath ran out, though this was many minutes after most horses would have needed to surface. With powerful kicks he broke the surface. Deep draws of air expanded his chest, a fine mist clouding his exhale. Stroking the sea like a lover, he made his way back toward Ischia, and the sea let him from her embrace once again. His saltwater soaked pelt turned charcoal with wetness, his mane hung heavy with it. A few more steps and the dry sand clung to the ebony of his hooves. A shower of droplets radiated from his body as he shook hard, making a rainbow halo about his form for just an instant.
He was just about to drop to his knees for a good roll when a small sound caught him off guard. Damn, he hadn't been paying attention. "Krone? Kylin? Er, sorry, who's there?" He called out, smiling uncertainly. It was no secret that he enjoyed his time in the water, but it was another thing to be caught in the act of it. Pausing to catch his breath, he realized that the scent that went with the sound was not familiar. He hoped his little display hadn't scared them off.
@[Josie]