He was never leaving Salem this time of year again. The cold did not do his body good and except the cold winds at nightfall, his Dunes were warm enough. Still, his bold trip to the commons came with a toll. He woke this morning with a pounding head, aching muscles, and it was a lie if he didn't admit he dreamt of the dark sea swallowing him whole. At least he was still alive and as long as he was, his desires were still possible.

Auburn eyes watches over the open sands he called home. It was here, atop a large dune, that he could see most of his land without taking a single step. For now he had no one to watch over and it was rather depressing seeing no movement on the horizen. He had nothing to protect but this peice of dirt and there was no point if no one needed a place to stay. It was depressing.

His head slumped and his eyes grew heavy. With nothing to protect there was no worry of dozing off so he just relaxed his body. He had no idea how long he had slept, if he even had at all, but when his eyes reopened he quickly caught the shade of gold coming from the sea. The figure left the waters and drove up his shore. At his distance he didn't know exactly what it was, or who it was, but he did guess it to be another equine and that news gave him some excitement.

He stretched out his front brown limbs with a crack of his old bones. He leaned forward to further stretch his body to prepare it for the walk up and down the sand dunes towards the unknown figure. His jaw opened involuntarily with a yawn as he began moving his legs to reach the palomino. As he drew closer it was clear to him this mare was no spring chicken, but that didn't matter to him. She was a beautiful creature. So much so he thought maybe she was a form of Favala.

He has never been visited by a goddess before so he wasn't exactly sure how to act. He came to stop infront of her, but he kept enough distance between then to be respectful. He then gave her a bow and when I say bow, I mean a full on bow. Eyes closed and his crown lowered to the sand, nose almost touching the floor, with his breaths scattering the sand. One of his front legs came forward as if he was offering his services and protection to the lovely lady before him. "Bless you Favala." His eyes fluttered opened as he looked up to her now. His posture adjusted and he raised his skull back to the sky and held it proud in a king-like manner. "What have I done to be graced with your presence?"