01-26-2018, 02:15 PM
They should all know that it would only be a matter of time before Castile answered the temptation of visiting Nerine. It was as much a part of him as the dragon that coils and growls in the depths of his soul. Here is where his home – his heart – lies. It’s here that he took his first breath, that he played in the ocean waves, that he learned the deep-rooted love of family.
From the sandy shoreline to the cavernous tunnels to the plateau of sea grass, this is home.
It opens beneath him as he passes over a cloud, peering down with a nostalgic grin. The ocean’s whitecaps loom toward the beach and the grass ripples with every gust of wind. Almost like a dreamland, it lures Castile into a half-lidded daze. When he breathes, even at his altitude, he can nearly taste the salty air that once engulfed him from birth. A slight shift in his position glides him downward, spiraling him gradually to the shoreline until his hooves sink into the sand’s embrace for the first time in years. An instinctual glance finds the caves behind him, but he doesn’t venture to see whether his parents are there or not. In his heart – as it happily beats – it’s their place, where they will always be.
This is for his memory, his sanity.
Beneath the veil of spring sunlight, Castile turns from the lapping ocean waves to drink in the sight of Nerine, his mind wandering as high and far as the cliffsides wondering if anyone is even around anymore.