A Mystic's Myth or Fable Posted on December 20, 2015 at 07:41:36 PM by Ailill
The colt regarded the stallion with reverence he had hardly ever shown anyone or anything. Just looking at the man he could feel the age and history radiating off him with an energy that was ethereal. Those blue eyes trailed up and down the bigger man, trying to take every clue and hint in as to who he was, why he was here, and what he would mean to the his own place on the island. Trying desperately to place everything where it needed to be in his head, the yearling could not comprehend all the information he would have been getting, and could not place it where it needed to be. Mentally giving up, the youth metaphorically tossed up his hands. Come what may.
Releasing his need to analyze this encounter and giving in to his natural, relaxed and eager pose, Ailill’s soft pins flicked back in concern. This stallion was the second one under this sun that seemed lost and dazed in its brightness. One abandoned, the other seeming to merely be here. There was so much beauty on this island! So much to see and encounter, it was hard to believe that, even after years, it could come to lose its wonder! Everywhere he looked there was a different color, a different sound, and a different path to dance! Everyone he had encountered so far in the place seemed only half there. He snorted to himself. It was time for the world to wake up.
Blinking, he returned his attention back to the stallion. Having truly shed the stiffer, more structured mantle of trying to analyze the situation, Ailill stepped forward and bowed his head low, respectfully to Tarrant.
“My name is Ailill.” He hesitated a moment his uncertainty nudging at him again. Shaking his head, he shook it off, too. “I hope to call Paradise my home!” The colt danced forward, stepping into the warm clear water, tossing his head as it fell onto his face. “Maybe the light was calling you back, and you just did not know you were answering its call?” His confidence around the stallion was growing, as was his curiosity. Blue eyes kept watching him, the smile on his face. But caution told the colt to stay just out of reach of the strong mature hooves.