At long last, his unimaginably long adventure was coming to an end, the final page being written as he stepped from the crashing surf and onto the sandy beach. Pale blue eyes shined with joy as he looked over the land he had always called home. This was where he knew he needed to be. A wandering heart could not rest until it had seen what it needed to see. Now that it had, he had come home and it was time to start a new chronicle, continue his story with the new things in the world he had seen. Time had played its part on Ailill and it was apparent as he moved through the lands of the Crossing. His body had filled out, his golden cream coat shined and stood out clearly against his white socks, his coloring exaggerated by the sea water he had pulled himself out of. When once he looked out at the world with naivety he now had years on his back, but still smiled with glee at the magic of life. As he moved out of the reach of the waves, he turned, lowered his head and shook the water from his pelt, as if he were playfully bowing to the water and returning it to itself. With a grin of excitement, he trotted off through the terrain to familiarize himself once more with the islands. Midstep, he sighed for a moment in sadness. His heart tugged him towards Atlantis, a curiosity of if the faces would remember who he was and if they would find him as familiar as he would surely find them. He did not have the heart to dive back to his old home, the land he once ruled. He was sure it had moved on and was in the hands of another. Until he heard otherwise, he would let someone else steward Paradise. Perhaps they would be able to awaken the spirits there even further. For now he picked his way through the lands, making his way to the meadow. He had heard in the past it was one of the better places of Crossing to run into old friends and new. For a second he thought about the Lagoon, but remembering the stories he had heard from mares he knew for certain neither he nor the Lagoon would enjoy his presence there. So, the stallion trotted briskly into the meadow, pleased and excited to see what he could see and meet who he would come to meet. Pink nose and lips brushed against the emerald grass without actually taking a bite. The sweet scent was enough to excite him and welcome him home. | |