[open] she rules her life like a bird in flight

[Leilan]

Leilan

Winter in Beqanna would from now on come with Leilan teleporting everywhere. As he thinks of where to go after Loess, he is already moving; skirting through empty places in the common lands, until he wonders about Islandres now that Gale is gone and - ”Ah, oops.” It’s warm here, he’s going to need to swim back probably.

It’s not a bad thing altogether; he can still sense magic in Beqanna, even if he needs to siphon some of his reserves by using the ice that covers his body naturally. The scaled draft-hybrid moves along the shoreline casually, no need to jump away this instant. He had after all been curious about this island.

Rounding another rock by the sea, he finds the teal roan, gold-spotted and it makes him wonder. Pretty, yes, but aren’t all his offspring? No, the fun thing is that it’s through Aodhán’s lines, and he hasn’t seen the culprit for years. Nevertheless that’s not something his granddaughter would know, and completely beside the point of his being here.

”Good night,” he greets the young mare, curious about her reaction to his appearing. He’s not wet, but doesn’t carry wings either, and perhaps that looks a tad suspicious to her. One can only wait and see.

old, but I'm not that old
young, but I'm not that bold

@[Fenwe]