Uneventful. Tarrant would almost describe life in the Paradise much in the same. That wouldn’t be fair, considering the few topics which were weighing down on him. From waiting for the colt Sokka’s father to return (who Tarrant had yet to know by name) to dancing between limbo, two others already hinting at a desire for his secondary position… But still, those were mere trifles. Life was uneventful and no complaint was pressed forward by Tarrant’s doing. A part of him could waste away here; a useless bag of bones never once branching out toward Crossing or attempting to recruit, but that seemed selfish. Tarrant wasn’t at Paradise to be a bachelor stallion. Tarrant had no mind toward his future. All he wanted was Atlantis. All he wanted was the sun, the beach, and the jungle. The home he’d chosen for himself all those years ago and never again wanted to lose. If any others could benefit from its healing ways he hoped they’d find their way here as well.

The rain though… Tarrant’s eyes drifted skyward and he gave a nod of agreement. “Better than the blizzards Tinuvel is seeing right now.” He almost laughed, but laughter was stolen from him. Still, the words were said with a touch of humor to their tone. He dropped his green eyes to the buckskin before him – Kasabian – and listened when he spoke once more.

“This time, yeah.” That answer required further explanation, which Tarrant shifted his forelegs in the sand and spoke again as he did so. “I’ve lived off and on at the islands since I was born on Tinuvel. But Atlantis…” He looked around them and seemed absolutely relaxed. A lofty sigh left his mouth. “Atlantis has been my home since I first came here as a yearling.” King. Tarrant remembered those days. The King of Atlantis. A boy playing at being a man and, up until just recently, that had been exactly what Tarrant always was (well it flipped in later years, becoming a man that played at being a boy).

“I just came here a few days ago.” He frowned. “Didn’t mean to come back.” The words fell like an afterthought, as if he hadn’t meant to speak them aloud. Tarrant blinked and drew in a breath, waking himself back up to the conversation at hand. His green eyes focused on Kasabian again. “Have you always lived on Atlantis?”