The time had come, and it had come upon him all too fast. His youth had slipped away into the past. As a young colt he could not stay in the Peak with his mother and sister, it was how it worked. It had not been a jarring break, but a break all the same. He had come to the island, still young and had found it empty. The scents of other stallions grown old and stale. Creamy hooves blended into the white sands as the yearling hesitantly pulled himself out of the water. Droplets rolled down his golden cream body while clear blue eyes surveyed the tropical island he had come to. Ailill lifted his head, his ears flattened briefly against his nape before he took off into the surrounding trees. As young as his was, he dared not issue a warning to whoever might be in the area, knowing that being unseen at this time was a good way to stay alive.
Time had passed and he had grown sure there were no other stallions in the area, though there was a lingering scent of a mare. Every so often he had followed the path, only to come to a dead end or find the scent grown cold. The colt snorted with frustration and would turn to start his quest again. He picked his way through the trees, learning the paths as he went, familiarizing himself with this place he was coming to call home. The path had taken him passed strange stones that seemed to peer at him from under masks of moss. Eyes followed the champagne gold body as he moved through the thick vegetation. He found he enjoyed the odd stones, they had kept him company during the times he missed his mother and sister. This day he paused his endless search for his mysterious mare, and took the trail back to the calming beach.
The breeze ruffled through his short mane and tail. He stood in the sand, one hind hoof resting while he shifted his weight. The water was slowly starting to rise and toss with the coming of winter. Watching the waves made the young colt’s heart sink. He had come to this land, as he walked it he had the desire to bring his mother and sister here, to invite the lady Amica to dance with him among the rocks and the trees. They could have twined themselves around the forest like the vines did around the trees. The calls of the birds and the fall of water in the distance their music.
Ailill comforted himself with the daydreams of youth, a smile on his pale lips. For a moment he was lost to the dreams. Only the crash of water slowly brought him back the here and now. He looked up and saw a shadowed form amongst the reeds of the beach. A thrill raced through his young and still leggy body. He jumped forward and cantered to the older mare that had been wandering around his home.
“Greetings!” He called out to her excitedly before he had even fully approached. Sliding to a halt, the young man calmed himself, trying desperately to temper his enthusiasm at finding his mystery lady. Instead he held his head high, eyes shining bright. “My lady, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.” He smiled and nodded his head to her respectfully. Just over a year old his words hardly matched with his body. Youth still laced every line of his young and forming body. White socks bubbled up his legs to turn into a creamy gold only to become solid solid gold in a mane and tail that were still short and tufting. The poise he stood with and the respect he gave her was that of a child raised by the Vulcans and a spirit that was determined to remain free and wild. He was young, he was awkward, he did not fit his body. But he stood with a stature that would grow into something as wild and untamable as the island they had both come to land on.
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