[open] long live the pioneers

[Gale]

Gale run away with me-- lost souls and reverie running wild and running free   Gale’s heartbeat hammers in his throat as he lands on the beach. The sand here is as dark as that of his homeland, a reminder of the shared connection between Island Resort and Tephra. It’s a good omen for his journey here, the navy stallion tells himself as he tucks his brilliantly white wings against his sides. It is hot here, he finds, and incredibly humid as well. He meanders down the beach slowly, keeping the water always at his ankles. A floating bunch of grapples catches his eye, and he reaches for them. Most are past ripe, and he spits them out with distaste. “Hello?” Gale calls out. His voice is echoed by the shrill cry of the osprey that floats over his head, amplifying the sound. The white haired horse looks up, squinting his blue eyes against the sun. He’d not been aware Erne had come with him across the sea. You crossed the water,’ Gale says to him, marvel in his voice. ’Did you do that for me? I know you’ve never left the Resort before.’ The only reply to his nonverbal query is another screech, and the osprey banking sharply in the late afternoon sun to fish along the shore in the distance. The stallion shakes his head, which sends a soft shower of saltwater on the dry sand to one side. His thick white mane, growing all the way down his spine, is still wet from his non-time swim. Another swim is starting to sound good about now, Gale thinks to himself. But a cold swim. Maybe he can stop by Icicle Isle on his way home, to cool down after this adventure. The words of the pale stallion echo in his mind as he waits for someone to find him. Gale takes a deep breath, and his racing heart slowly calms. @[Isilya] @[someone in charge?]