— I'm not here looking for absolution —
Stave never finds himself bored while wandering through Pangea.
He knows that the land does not hold the same allure for his sister, but he is enraptured by it. He loves the canyons and the valleys. He loves the way that the sound of his hooves sound when they ring out through the kingdom, when they bounce off the canyon walls and then reverberate back to him.
Still, despite his fascination, he knows that the kingdom is a quiet one.
He knows that there is not much for him to explore and so when he sees the newcomer land at the border, it grabs his attention. He is older now, approaching his two-year-old year and filling out, growing taller. He is no longer the lanky boy that he had been when he first met Ana, although so much is the same.
Slowly (he is not in a hurry after all), he makes his way toward her. There are no clattering bones at his feet for once although it is difficult to mask the smell of death that has long ago seeped into his bones.
He smiles, but it is a cold and empty thing.
“Welcome to Pangea,” he offers, his black eyes flat and depthless. “I’m Stave.”
