The fairies - he hasn't met those in a while. Fae were more fickle than fire, he was told, and dangerous in their ideas of games and challenges of mortal souls. He had, of course, ignored all that talk. For a boy roughly the striped colt's age, no, younger even - they were every bit the attraction they made themselves to be.
Aodhán had never gone up to the mountain for a quest for himself; his questions would not be easily answered, and besides, did he still have any at this point? Maybe just the one everyone always has. Why?
Why bother at all with the mortals below, were they just bored, he would wonder - and then he would stop wondering, because the world was made of pretty things, and he wasn't one to hold grudges. Why they had needed his sister for to make a cure against such a plague, he wasn't sure - nor why the Cure did more than just heal a sickness. He also remembered getting caught by a sand monster - or just quicksand, he realized in retrospect. It was a game of give and take. "So, you finished your quest?" he asks the brindled colt curiously - it's not like Aodhán really is bothered if the young male before him hadn't - sometimes things just happened. Laconic, he tilts his head at the younger man and smiles when he answers the question. "I have. Prettiest blue in the whole world if I ever saw one." But he would never see her again, he knew - the Resort was just what it was, right now, and it needed no fairy to watch out for it.
And so, he shrugs. No matter the outcome, it was all well and good. "I'm Aodhán, by the way."
from the ashes a fire shall be woken
@[Florian]