An island within an island, she says, and Blue follows her eagerly. The brindle stallion has not gone far inland in the months of his residency. There was no need too, after all, not when all of paradise was within a few yards of the sea. He follows her with intrigue, and when the green filly says she hopes he likes to swim, he laughs aloud.
“I think I’d rather fly,” he tells her with a laugh, and does so. It’s a simple task to wing across the narrow strip of water. When he lands, he waits for Divest to meet him, eager to see what she might wish to show him, but unsure what direction to go from here. The island within an island is impressive in its own right, but he follows her around the beach with a lightness to the steps.
“Oh good,” Blue replies to her announcement that they’re almost there. “I’ve never been to this part of the Resort before.”