Kendry’s beginning to wonder if he carries some sort of disease. The Lagoon is empty— it smells of water, of greenery, of himself, but that’s it. The white stallion has been wandering around by himself for awhile now, getting familiar with the lay of the land he’s been trying to call home, but there’s not much to do and he’s tired of trying to keep himself entertained. Kendry came back for brotherhood, for community, for company. And he can’t find it.
Today he decides fuck it and heads across the border of the empty bachelor territory to see if there’s life elsewhere on the island. Everywhere he goes he hears birdsong and squirrel chatter, but his ears keep swiveling for the sounds of murmured conversation. He hears something, then, and shifts his route as he stretches his legs into a trot to find it faster, but even as he closes in he knows he’s made a mistake. It’s the Falls he’s heard, the rushing water deceiving him for the roar of conversation. His heart sinks and he slows, turning away before the waterfall is visible.
He steps through the trees and thinks of his mother. Maybe he should travel the islands and see if Marlena is still around, if anyone is still around, but as this thought crosses his mind he sees a horse grazing slowly through the new grass. Kendry’s head lifts, ears coming forward as he makes a beeline for the other equine, noting with interest the vast array of spots covering the other’s coat. He himself is pale and boring, but this guy looks like he could host a party.
“Heyla!” Kendry calls as he walks up, noting the oddly short mane that runs down his neck. This guy looks all sorts of cool— and he’s noticeably older, which means he’s got lots of stories to tell. “I’m Kendry, sole resident of the Lagoon. It’s good to see another long face out here.” He wears an easy grin, wide and warm. “Mind if I join you?”
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