I'm just a poor, wayfaring stranger ;;

Ah, spring time.

It moved through Hoof Prince, Brighton painted their world shades of green as flowers blossomed and birds chirped. Emerald hills were rolling like the sea, tall luscious grasses raising to tickle the underbellies of some of the shorter beasts who roamed the Vistas. It was a happy time - a time of rebirth, of rebuilding, and of new faces dotting the landscape like never before. Caius could feel the earth god rejoice as his masterpiece slowly began to finish, the emerald on his chest buzzing with new found happiness and energy. Of course, the young brute had a more familiar connection with the earth god than most as his blood ran through Caius’ very veins - a fact that, most days, inflated his ego to a near breaking point. It wasn’t as if being the youngest son of the White Queen could give him enough satisfaction, such a legendary bloodline pushed him to strive to be something more than another shadow that filled the Silver Lakes. While he was a demigod, one of two that roamed Hoof Prince, he couldn’t help but be pleased with the fact that he was starting at the bottom of Northern hierarchy, earning his positions in the Senate alongside his sister and oldest brother. Entitlement ran through his bones, he couldn’t deny that, but he was happy to earn his place in his kingdom.

It was this fact that pushed him back to the Vistas, tailbone lifting to raise the ink-stained banner like some royal flag. His head was held high, Arabian heritage so plainly seen by his movements alone. Long legs carried him over the landscape, groups of bodies hardly capturing his attention for more than a moment. It was the lone nicker of a mare that grabbed him, pulling him in the direction of the two buckskin mares. As he approached he could smell the sea on one, the Isles so desperately clinging to every part of her body. Dark brown eyes roamed her body in an appreciating way, ears perked forward as he captured her words. His attention then shifted to the other, the one who was unfamiliar to him. While she didn’t smell of the outside world, she was still unfamiliar to him.

“Or perhaps she is but a wanderer searching for her home?” Caius offered, amused smile etched into the features of his greying face. “But I am glad I am finally meeting Serafina. You have a reputation, my dear - but no one said anything about your beauty.” He chuckled, his voice light as his attention drifted between the two mares. “I am Caius, by the way.” He said, introducing himself without the added explanation of his lineage.

There was always time for that later.