keep your dreams in check
The stallion leaves the gathering of horses, tasked with going to the Icicle Isle. At first, the grulla paint was apprehensive, the cold was rather unwelcoming but the possibility of exploring lands he had never visited was most alluring.
He had been on quite a few diplomatic visits in the past but it had been quite a while since he had to talk to anyone, he was quite worried he would slip into his past self of clinging to people he met, afraid of being alone.
Rouhi takes flight with a quick beat of his wings, the exquisite scenery of Hyaline quickly disappearing as clouds smother the sky, covering the land below. Rouhi keeps rising until he is above the clouds, here all is calm and quiet, the flow of air carries varied scents from all the different lands.
The stallion catches a hint of brimstone as he passes Loess, looking down to try to take a look at the troublesome land, though all he can see are clouds.
Rouhi now slowly descends until he can see everything below him, the air suddenly becomes quite cold, his fur clinging tight to his painted body as he approaches the frozen island, the land softly glistens as the sun hits it from above, the sight seems quite welcoming, though the cold makes him think otherwise.
The snow crunches under his hooves as he makes a soft landing, his wings folding against his body as he makes his way inward.
Before moving any further the stallion announces his presence, calling to the residents. The stallion looks around the island, he lowers his nose to try and see if there is any flora he can heal, though it appears as if everything is in a permanently frozen state.
Rouhi