Fall again, and he wonders how time had gotten quite so thoroughly away from him. It's a surprise to find himself still here, haunting the thin forests and endless sand beaches of Paradise when, in another time and another place he'd been through five different lands and all kinds of climates by now. The urge to keep looking had abated almost the instant his hooves had touched ocean. He'd not realized it before now. But wasn't that just his life? A journey between coasts, from one ocean to the next. Every choice, every path, all of it would always take him back to the water. It's just who he was - what his blood called for. He shrugs it off as he watches another sunset across a quiet ocean, content.