The lagoon was quiet for once; something Fiero was thankful for. He liked his peace, able to be alone with his thoughts without the few women the lagoon would collect lingering about and the men doing lord knows what. He kept out of it all, totally uninterested. The only thing of interest to him lately were the thoughts of his mother, missing the touch of her dark skin against his lighter complexion, and the soothing sound of her unique language in his ears. She was the loving parent, the one he adored so much and when she left it had left him broken. He blamed his father for it all but never had the guts to face the lagoon king. Fiero cut himself off from all interaction with others, until today.

The cold had driven him out of hiding at last, his shivering frame yearning for the the warm touch of another as he trekked through the snow and past the trees, golden eyes searching the area for anyone. While many scents still lingered the lagoon seemed abandoned. Maybe he was meant to be alone. Shaking his head the skinny stallion continued on, wincing when the cold wind whipped at his pale skin but it didn't stop him. If he couldn't find someone in the lagoon to get close to then perhaps a trip to the meadow or falls could provide more interesting characters. Fiero doubted he'd even go up to someone despite what his body wanted. With his head hanging low, in what could be considered a sulking position for him, he ambled on out of the lagoon and onto a little rocky ledge that overlooked the beach and the ocean itself. His eyes look out across the water toward the far shapes of the islands. Mother was somewhere out there, his mind whispers, and then closes his eyes as he imagines her looking out across the water too; maybe she missed him just as much as he missed her.

Inhaling the salty air around him, his nose detected a far too familiar scent and his sad eyes turned to narrow at the approaching shapes moving along the beach. Fiero barely acknowledges the younger horse, his heated gaze more focused on the roan. Rade was back. Bunching his muscles the young stallion leaps from the ledge and onto the sand, taking a few steps toward his father and then stopping in their path. His eyes flicker to the filly once but he isn't interested in her so his eyes go back to Rade as he holds his head high, not wanting to look like a pitiful coward in front of his leader.

"Benvenuti a casa papà," Fiero says loudly, despite the fire that burned in his eyes at the sight of the lagoon king. Maybe he should have put up a fight as a child when his mother was to leave, just maybe she would still be here. "Welcome home," he says again when it dawns on him he was using his mother's language and the pair of horses wouldn't understand him. The language was a special thing, it made him feel closer to her; they didn't deserve to hear such precious words. Flicking his tail against his thin sides the young stallion waits to see what his father will say or do.