The son of Warsaw had never left Tinuvel before. His brother, Ironclad, was seemingly always leaving, and always coming home with new friends... And they were mostly mares. Letavice watched as Ironclad seemingly went out on a quest day after day trying to woo new horses to follow him home. His efforts were catching the adoration of their recently returned father, even in his frail state. Warsaw seemed proud of his behavior, and well, that made Levatvice feel a little worse for wear.
The young grey stallion had worked hard at trying to pick up where Warsaw left off during the war. He watched over him mum, and completed whatever tasks his bossy older sister, Tavas, asked of him during that time. He helped Diamant get acquainted with the Inlet terrain, and often accompanied him on long strolls along the border. He felt like he was most needed at home, not galavanting around the islands. But then his father returned, and his mother got better... and the young stud wasn't sure where he fit in any longer.
Part of him was curious about the Lagoon. He admired the large, dark stallion during this period of isolation. Diamant seemed smart and capable, and had a purpose. Perhaps he wanted to be a bachelor stallion when he grew up, too. So, in an attempt to fill his chest with a newfound confidence, Letavice braved the chilly ocean waters and set out for the Crossing Isle. He would see what all the hype was about, and maybe take a stroll through the Lagoon, too, while he was there.
Letavice pulled himself onto the shore of the Meadow, and looked around like a lost puppy. He had no sense of direction, no real idea where anything was. So his white legs just carried him forward, aimlessly across the land. Hours passed, and he hadn't found anything of interest besides a great waterfall. Feeling disheartened, when his steps brought full circle back to the Meadow, he tossed the idea around of just giving up and going home. But then he spied a pretty spotted mare and young stallion in the distance, and tried to summon the courage just to make a few new friends. Then, at least, this trip wouldn't be a total wash.
The stallion nickered as he approached, his white-tipped ears pricked forward as he walked over at a brisk pace. He tossed his head as he addressed the painted stallion and the spotted mare, and settled into a somewhat relaxed position a few feet away from both of them. "Hey there." He said, somewhat sheepishly. "Mind if I join in? My name is Letavice, I'm from the Inlet."
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