The very last signs of fall were slowly starting to vanish from the Crossing and Ailill stood quietly as he let the cold settle onto his creamy gold pelt. He loved the warmth of Atlantis, but there was something to be said about the stark difference of seasons one found in the more northern islands. He smiled lightly to himself. And, here there were often others still looking for a friend to spend the winters with. The least he could do was offer a safe, warm, home for them for the season. With a breath that plumed steam from his nose, the stallion stepped away from the lulling thrum of the falls and made his way to the beach, making up his mind to go home before the winter waters became too treacherous.
Taking his sweet time, he meandered over the trails, enjoying the difference between the feel of the hot sun and the cool air. His ears perk forward at the sound of others on the beach and he picks up the pace. It had not been a sound of anger, or fear, and that made him all the more curious. Once his form broke through the bush, he hesitated as two mares gave chase to each other through the shallows of the shore. For a moment he hesitated. One looked so familiar it caused a clench in his heart. The memory stirred of dancing in the waters of Paradise and exploring the depths of the forests with an innocent filly so full of life! Shararat. he breathed into the air, his eyes closed as he held onto the memory of the filly who had made herself a space in his heart. When he opened his eyes again, he watched the full grown mare chase after the other and grinned. Though they looked exactly alike, he would have been stunned if this beautiful creature was the same he had met so many years ago. However, it seemed as though these two knew how to enjoy a perfect autumn day. Grinning, he let out a high squeal of greeting, drawing their attention to him, before he pawed at the ground and went bolting the other way.
Everything about him filled with energy as he cantered a few lengths down the beach. Movements over exaggerated, he spun on his haunches, kicking up sand wherever he went. Looking back at the two mares, he lowered his head and shook out his neck with a challenging smile and a glimmer in his eyes. He dared them to give chase, sending more sand into the air as his hooves beckoned them closer.
Clearly they were all adults here, but age meant nothing when a day was made to be enjoyed.