Creamy gold ears were trained on the little filly with an excitement only the boy inside him could have fostered. With a glance up at the turned away mother, the stallion flicked his tail and stepped from the shadows that sheltered him. His grin glittered on his face much like the sun on the white sands of the beaches. Gently he nosed her in greeting, pleased by her apparent joy towards life. His light eyes followed her gaze to the ledges above them. Another wicked grin plastered his lips. If there was anything he could do, it was assist her in an adventure.

Of course! Glancing again at her mother, Ailill lowered his head, as if he was being sneaky, and nudged Shararat forward. Each step careful until they were well out of sight. Further up the trails the stallion tossed his head in pleasure and kicked his heels. Trotting around merrily he led the filly along the paths. Occasionally he would twine around the trees and sneak back around her, breathing at her face or nudging her hindquarters gently with his nose. Bit by bit they worked their way up the cliffs, taking long and exploring routes littered with stone faces that peered back at them through their mosses and vines.

At last they had made their way to the crest of the cliff. From the ledge they could look down to the clearing he had just stolen her from. Coming to a stop he looked over at the filly, now careful to keep an eye on her in case she were to get too close to ledge.