Now that the islands have more life to them, Kendry finds he’s been far less bored as the days go by even though not a whole lot has been happening. There’s tons of new smells in the air and every time he jaunts out of the Lagoon he sees someone new. It’s amazing. On this fine fall morning, the perlino draft wakes slowly from where he’s sprawled in a large clearing full of tall, thick grasses. He heaves a deeply contented sigh before wriggling up onto his back and getting a good scratch in to start the day, and pauses with all four feathered hooves dangling above himself as he hears another horse.

He grins as he rolls to one side and works his way upright, poking his head up to peer through the tall tips of the grasses he spent the night in, but he can’t see anyone. Kendry grunts, heaves himself to his feet, and steps through the grass surrounding his sleep spot. There’s a more-or-less permanent imprint of his body in the flattened grass— he spends most of his nights over here, where the breeze from the ocean is still cool and he can hear the birds who linger on the shore while still being far enough inland that the soft sound of the tide lulls him to sleep.

It doesn’t take Kendry long at all to discover who’s been walking around over his way— and it’s not Psych, like he expected, or even Kasabian. The guy Kendry finds himself approaching is unusual in a couple of ways: one, he’s tall. Almost as tall and thick-set as Kendry, though there’s a compactness to the other stallion’s body that speaks of a swiftness to complement his strength, the kind of speed Kendry isn’t likely to achieve unless he gets a good head start and finds a rhythm as he runs. Second, he’s solid black, with two bright amber-colored eyes set on either side of his forehead.

“Like looking in a mirror, if everything was inverse,” Kendry grins. He’s white as they come, with only a hint of honey in his mane and tail, and sporting a couple of eyes so blue they’d give the sky a run for its money on a clear day. “Well. Almost everything. It’s good to see another guy with some height around here; I’m tired of towering over everyone. Name’s Kendry,” he continues, affable as ever, then concludes with a belated, “G’morning.”

KENDRY
stallion . draft mutt . five . perlino [EE Aa CrCr] . 18hh . son of marlena