stallion | yearling | arabian mutt | red roan | 14.3 hh | the lagoon | rade x fatalé

Charging through the jungle was not for the faint of heart. Léon quickly decided that if he ever was going to leave the Lagoon, it wouldn’t be for Atlantis. The place just didn’t agree with his stride. At least his short stature wasn’t much of a hinderance. Still, the boy had only known the open land of the Crossing and the semi-swamp of the Lagoon. The jungle was quite different.

He made it though, catching up with the black shadow. He was glad to have done so only for her (it was in fact a mare) to snap at him. Léon took a step backwards. His amber eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight. She was a vicious type. Guess it suited the jungle.

However, Léon quickly regained his composure with a shake of the head and he took another step, before settling his stance. He wasn’t quite relaxed, but he also didn’t want to appear like he was going to do anything. He was here for answers.

“Hello,” Léon began. “My name’s Léon. I’m looking for someone. I… I don’t know his name. He’s a palomino though. Smallish. Do you know him or where I can find him?” He didn’t give much more information than that. But he was at least honest.