The rains had finally let up and his creamy gold pelt had finally started to dry and shine over his body. When the sun was able to poke through the various leaves of the forest the golden boy seemed to shine through the shadows. Season after season passed and he was starting to grow into his frame. He still had some of his boyish figure, but it was swiftly starting to give way to a body that made up a man. Not that the boy noticed, or cared, how his body was still changing. It was still the call of the colored birds that excited him. The thrill of finding new places in his land. Discoveries that always seemed to come along every day and with every new sunrise. Ailill was not born to be a stallion, or a stud. He was born to be so much more. A spirit to run, to fly, and to dance. To live, to love, and to learn. When the sun rose to add its yellow rays to his golden glow it was only giving him more to live for and more to find in the world around him. The desire to move and live with the others around him was also growing stronger every day. A need to share the beauty he saw around him burned deep in his heart.

He moved through the forests of Paradise, his form easily breaking through the leaves and vines of the trees. It had taken time for him to learn how vines worked and how to avoid them catching him. From his many rounds and walks on the trails he had begun to know them very well, even create more to interesting places, ones that those who had been here before had not walked. His growing knowledge of him home allowed him to keep tabs on many of the residents who had decided they were not overly fond of his presence. Such as the mare and her child.

He had danced with the filly on the shores of the island. Pranced in the sand and leapt into the air. They shared flight and fond memories. He was not about to let her be put in danger, or let her mother steal her from the joy the filly clearly felt. Carefully, he approached the edge of the clearing, hoofsteps soft and silent. Once he was sure the mare had refocused on the grass she was eating he poked his head out of the shadows. The filly was looking around the world, completely uninterested in her mother, and when she started to look in his direction the young stallion let out the softest of snorts to beckon her to him. Ears trained forward and blue eyes alight, they could have an adventure.