He could almost breathe a sigh of relief as he crossed the borders into the Isles. Almost. Despite his pleasure at finally ending his 7-month forced cruise with his mother in the Valkyrie jungle, he could finally shed those humid, estrogen-soaked fetters and walk his own path. Well, sort of. So he'd gone to his Dad's place. So what? The Isles are cool- so far, at least. In fact, he thinks he really really likes them, because he better now that he's actually sunk to asking his dad if he could live here.He huffed, lanky limbs moving into a trot as he sped away from feeling. His element, in response to this, flared into life as tiny, fragile spider-web lines throughout his coat. It took him a couple of minutes to notice, distracted as he was. The light was soon extinguished, soaked into the burnt gold of his coat. His eyes, clearly showing the irritation he felt at his element, scanned over the surroundings.
To him, the approaching winter pretty new: he'd lived in the Valkyrie jungle during the cold, white reign. Still, he remembered visiting the snow-coated isles with Kitty. He didn't, however, recognise the retreat of the summer as the coming of winter, though his mind knew the cycle.
He'd yet to encounter anyone, which he felt was odd considering just how far into the Isles he now was. Perhaps they'd overlooked him, his height not very intimidating as he's only just approaching a year in age.
He'd managed, with his element, to slip in under the cut off of the new Oracle for foals. He wasn't sure what he thought of that. Part of him thought that, had he been born later, he would have had a shot at another element. But the rest of him doubted that he'd have gotten anything else.
As if sensing his thoughts turning towards the smothered element, it sneakily threaded its way back through his coat. This time, however, he didn't notice it. It might seem odd, not notice the obvious light that glowed off him, but he was used to its feeling, it's sight.. both in his dreams and reality, that it simply didn't register with him.
And his muscles, stiff from the trek, became soothed and relaxed...
This was probably how he appeared to the King. An almost-yearling, glowing with faint threads of light encasing his body, picking his way across Zacharias's domain. A few seconds later the colt noticed the stallion, head lifting and ears pricking forward with interest. Then he stepped over to the shore, a small distance away, and poked his hoof in his first experience of the sea. His head lowered, nose taking in the surprisingly refreshing scent that came from salt and water and rot. That cold water enough of a shock for that hoof to pick right back up in surprise for the first time.
