Gale
11-04-2019, 08:54 AM
Island Resort is everything Castile had said it would be: sun and sandy beaches, peace and quiet. Though the piebald stallion's tone had been less than enthusiastic describing the place, yet it had seemed a wonderful land to Blue, and he has not been disappointed. A month of relaxation in a tropical paradise has been exactly what he needs, and as each day passes he is less and less sure that he has any intention of leaving. Ruinam is friendly, and so seem the handful of other island dwellers he has seen through the dense greenery. He falls asleep tired each night beneath an open field of stars, and wakes up to the sound of crashing waves, the scent of fresh air and ever-ripe fruit.
For some reason, he always finds himself glancing beside when when he wakes, left and right in no particular order. For just that moment after he wakes, when he finds himself alone, there is an overwhelming sense of loss. There should be someone - no, someones - beside him. And yet there is no one, and he cannot recall who they might have been. The sensation fades through the morning, and by the time the sun reaches its peak, Blue is as happy as he can ever recall being.
The salt breeze lifts his mane, tugging at the pale strands that grow from his poll, down his neck, across his back, and blend with his tail as it brushes the damp sand. Winter Sun is a little cooler than Summer Sun, he has been told, but the weather here is balmy when laid against the snow that falls across the mainland. Where he walks along the shore, tall trees shade the edge of the water, and while he had once thought the palm trees rather odd looking, he has since grown accustomed. He passes beneath a coconut palm, and the brief shielding of his eyes by the sun allows him to make out movement ahead that he had missed in the glare.
A winged horse lands on the beach, and a piebald one climbs onto it from the sea. What brings Castile and Oceane here, he wonders as he draws nearer. Yet closer, he sees that the piebald is not Castile after all, but a mare that is somehow both stranger and prettier than any he has seen before. He smiles at her, and then at Oceane, who he greets with her name. "Welcome to Island Resort, Oceane and friend."
He is no less confused about who he might be - or who he ad been - but he is certainly more at ease here, and it shows in the way he settles back, relaxed despite the company of a stranger, and the way he asks with something like a laugh in his voice: "Was Loess not to your tastes, then? I've found the island to be exactly what I was looking for."
@[Isobell]
@[Oceane]
For some reason, he always finds himself glancing beside when when he wakes, left and right in no particular order. For just that moment after he wakes, when he finds himself alone, there is an overwhelming sense of loss. There should be someone - no, someones - beside him. And yet there is no one, and he cannot recall who they might have been. The sensation fades through the morning, and by the time the sun reaches its peak, Blue is as happy as he can ever recall being.
The salt breeze lifts his mane, tugging at the pale strands that grow from his poll, down his neck, across his back, and blend with his tail as it brushes the damp sand. Winter Sun is a little cooler than Summer Sun, he has been told, but the weather here is balmy when laid against the snow that falls across the mainland. Where he walks along the shore, tall trees shade the edge of the water, and while he had once thought the palm trees rather odd looking, he has since grown accustomed. He passes beneath a coconut palm, and the brief shielding of his eyes by the sun allows him to make out movement ahead that he had missed in the glare.
A winged horse lands on the beach, and a piebald one climbs onto it from the sea. What brings Castile and Oceane here, he wonders as he draws nearer. Yet closer, he sees that the piebald is not Castile after all, but a mare that is somehow both stranger and prettier than any he has seen before. He smiles at her, and then at Oceane, who he greets with her name. "Welcome to Island Resort, Oceane and friend."
He is no less confused about who he might be - or who he ad been - but he is certainly more at ease here, and it shows in the way he settles back, relaxed despite the company of a stranger, and the way he asks with something like a laugh in his voice: "Was Loess not to your tastes, then? I've found the island to be exactly what I was looking for."
@[Isobell]
@[Oceane]