They were settling nicely, her siblings and her. Krom was often engaged with kingdom greeting and formalities -shaking hands and kissing babies type stuff. So it gave her time to do as she pleased, which often consisted no more than grazing in the open meadow of the main island. She loved the tickle of a fluent breeze across her back and through the lavender veil draped down her silver neck. It was here that she spent leisurely afternoons nibbling at the sea grasses. Her thoughts the only company she needed. They were rambly enough and kept her on her toes...
She faced the west today, welcoming the warm rays of light with a flicker of her tail. Hazel eyes half closed lazily, her maw plucking the sweet foliage below her. It wasn't often that something stirred her to raise her crown, but a familiar beating of air from above had her head shooting skyward. Dad?! Her heart thrummed quickly in her chest as eye -now wide- scanned the smog filled skies. A quiet puff of air from her nares made little effort in clearing the haze from her view...
The wing beats ceased, she stood frozen. Listening. Waiting. Hoping. Than a quick pitched sound erupted from a distance, her ears twitching back and forth to gauge the location of the noise.
It is when a call rises into the ashy air that causes motion to come from the lavender and silver mare. Muscles pushing her into a canter towards the direction the vocalization was made. Eyes continuously scanning for a figure to form within the haze.
As expected, the form that materializes is familiar -though not who she had anticipated. "Kwartz?" She questions softly but it could only be him, "Kwartz!" She calls again with a more recognizable tone just before she slides to a halt in front of him. The momentum of her canter miscalculated, sending her into his lavender and cream body with a slight clashing of their bodies. It doesn't phase her though and she folds into the curve of his neck. The warm embrace of her brother is comforting and all her worries are lost to the moment...
Finally peeling away from his sides, her hazel eyes look to him with a smile painted of silver lips. "What are you doing here?!" It is a rhetorical question really, more disbelief then needing answer. "Long time no see... Where the hell you been?" This she would much like an answer for. The last time she saw him was a couple years ago when she ran away from Ischia- or tried. Other than that she had no idea where the pegasus called home.
@[Kwartz]