Autumn indeed was a lovely season. The golds and fires of the leaves of the season created a contrast in the world that was stunning to behold. From his spot behind the falls, Ailill could see the colors morph and shift from the distortion from the falling water and it truly looked as though fire and water had come together in a peaceful union at last. If only life could have emulated nature in that moment. If only peace could have been on the island of Atlantis. If only He could freely pursue that which called to his longing heart. But alas, he could only be thankful for the things that he could do, and had done. He as assured himself of Macabre’s well-being, and insured that Shararat would most likely be distant should any further blood and battle be brought to their home. How was he to protect those he cared for under such a strain? He snorted to himself. He would find a way. But for now, he would watch the colors dance behind the veil of shining purity. As he stepped from his lookout point his attention was caught by a not too distance nicker. The voice was young and curious. Golden ears flicked with curiosity and he picked up his feet to a steady trot. He came across the young mare and whinnied a soft greeting as he approached. Pale gold head bowed to her, the platinum white locks falling into his clear blue eyes. He approached her with a friendly smile that grew broader as he inhaled her crisp scent. She was fresh from the Peak, his old home. Greetings young lady! He was barely older than her. Today is a beautiful day for an adventure and a journey! The stallion all but pranced excitedly around the mare, his grin playful with a touch of wicked. The years of getting into mischief with his sister in the foothills of the mountains were still strong in his gaze. He was indeed a dancer, eager to bring another along in with his steps. |