Braylen stepped out of the crashing salt water onto the sandy shores of Paradise. The young stallion's blue eyes take in the strange landscape; his gaze narrowing slightly as he spies the strange trees he assumes are what others call palms. Compared to Luthien and the Crossing; the only places he had ever been in his life, this Island was completely forgein to the stallion. The wide sandy openings like the one he stood in now where his hooves sunk into the powerdry grains. It caused his stride to faulter a few times before he got more accustom to the pull of the sand and could walk more normal as he strode away from the waterline and farther inland.
The painted man didn't step too far into the stranger's territory; not feeling like fighting nor making a bad impression with someone he hoped to gain a home from. He called out, his voice ringing strong across the empty territory. He only caught two scents and even one of those was faint; only coming off the breeze every now and again with a staleness to it.
As he waited, Braylen took in the scenery and decided should this land holder agree this one would a great place for his family. Though the air hung heavier with humidity and the sand that the wind picked up caused his skin to itch; Braylen knew all of that could be easily adjusted too. Georgiana would not have a hard time navigating this place as he didn't see anything dangerous for the blind mare like Tinuvel would present and the climate didn't seem to harsh like the wintery island or Salem. Giving a faint nod to himself that this place would indeed fill his needs, he waits for the stallion with hope in his heart.
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