The distant sound of foam crested waves as they crashed against there shore of sun bleached sands, the wild array div varied scents that drifted upon the zephyrs that were an unusual and unique concoction of flora in bloom and sea salt greeting his senses as he lingered on the outskirts of the Lagoon. This was the same Lagoon that mother had warned him of long before the scents of her skin departed his memory. Though he had never known his father, the snow blanketed mare had spoken highly of the stallion who had been nothing more than a strange wanderer to her. He had spoken of the Lagoon then, sharing stories in their short time together that likewise Tuariel had instilled upon the strangely splotched colt. Even now he can remember staring up at her with wide eyed curiosity, mouth agape with wild questions that a mere wandering mare could never hope to answer. He had always vowed that one day he would follow in his father's footsteps. Vowed that one day the Lagoon would too bare his name upon every rock and tree. He would make Kasan proud of the son he had not met.

Chiseled muscle rippled beneath his skin of brandished gold with ever strong stride he made, traversing easily through the tall wild blades. Long, thick locks of dark cocoa dance lightly in the cool breeze that seemed to curl itself around his strong spanish frame, forelock tumbling haphazardly before eyes of glacier blue. His breaths were steady, the rise and fall of his sides rhythmic and calmed as he walked along through open meadow floor keeping to the treeline in the shade of the trees. Though winter's grip had finally fallen upon the islands, the Lagoon was warm this afternoon and though he welcomed the caress of the fiercely burning sun across his back, he willed the heavens cool breeze that enveloped him, the zephyrs wrapping around him almost affectionately as they stirred across his musculature. Twin peaks swivel about atop his proudly held spanish head, glacier blue depths hidden beneath his forelock alight with the flickering and crackling flames of his family and the legacy that he carried within his veins. He did not hold his handsome cranial high with a pride that was arrogant or belittling, but instead it was a pride that came from knowing in his heart of hearts he was finally walking the path that he belonged upon.

the dark light son of Kasan and Tuariel;