After a great deal of time spent in the Bay for various reasons, Nephilim finally found a moment to swim through the ocean tide toward Crossing Isle. He climbed the shore and immediately felt the difference in weather from the home he’d grown more accustom to. While summers in Tinuvel were not terrible, the mornings and evenings still held a chill and the day was cooler than it was on Crossing Isle. The heat immediately soaked into his coat as if reaching deep down into his bones, urging him to fall into a languid state and find a nice, warm sunny place to take a nap.
But Nephilim hadn’t swam from Tinuvel just to sleep, he’d come to socialize, to see if he could find any mares seeking a home and entertain them to the idea of his seaside residence. It was, after all, just one of the many components of being a band stallion and the reason so many constantly made their way to Crossing Isle time and time again.
The speckled stallion made his way by the Commons first, but any mare he caught sight of was already entertained by a stallion and Nephilim had little interest in charging in with a challenge. Having just healed from the soreness in his muscles and the scrapes on his hide from his last altercation, the young stallion didn’t fancy another one. So, with a huff of breath, Nephilim turned from the Commons, skirted around the edges of the Meadow, and made for the Falls. The heat was beginning to get to him now that he’d dried out from the ocean and the salt was making his skin itchy, meaning the river which came off the waterfall would be an ideal place for a swim.
Nephilim burst into a trot toward the water, knowing just where there was a pool deep enough to sink to his withers (having lived on Crossing Isle for nearly two years he still remembered where everything was), and splashed heavily into it. The cool water dappled his flesh and he didn’t stop until he was standing in the midst of the pool, dropping his dark muzzle and sucking up the cold water before he began to splash with his front limbs, making waves that collided against his body. He made his way to where it was shallow and lowered himself, lying down and letting the cold water wash over his coat. He repeated this process a few times, splashing the water and practically rolling in it in order to cover his body in the cool water before he finally ended his play by standing up and climbing up the bank, dripping onto the grass below. |
