The sounds of the water, it was the soothing, yes, but not in a way he was used to being soothed. He was used to the chirping of birds, the sounds of other animals running through the underbrush and some even climbing in the trees. He was used to the thickest forests, and damp air. This place was so much more different. Great-grandfather had explained it many times.
You’ll see the falls, and you’ll feel a peace that will wash over you so suddenly its like you’re transported into the most perfect area you’ve ever been in. It’ll become the one place you’ll always come back to, always feel safest, and then, it’ll become your home. I saw many of foals my own age playing and frolicking, having one of the best times they’d ever have. The island gatherings were my next favorite. The kings of each island would throw a get together, letting the individual herds gather in one large party, so everyone got to know each other. It’s the best place, promise me boy, you’ll go, you’ll bring our line back to the islands and make good on our name
The words still rang in his head, echoing. He’d never get them out of his mind, not now. His family told him to go, and so, here he was. Standing in the falls. He’d been here for a few weeks, hiding in the background, feeling awkward, he felt like he was too large to be in this place. But, nonetheless, here he was.
The large male stepped through the foliage in the falls, watching the others, keeping his distance. He moved between the rock formation of the falls and the shoreline. He watched, keeping an eye on those around him. Just because he was a big boned male does not mean he was a brute. He’d had those in his life, and he was not about to make anyone feel the way he had felt back then.
The days were long, and the heat was beginning to rise, spring was in full swing, and summer was coming at its heels even faster than he wanted. He’d deal with a way to manage the heat when it came down to it. He’d like to find a home similar to the one he’d come from. Great Grandfather had told stories of the home he’d been born into, and it sounded like the place he’d end up looking for a home within, whether or not that would come to pass, was another story.
The birds flew over head, few in between, not as many sounds as he’d say made him feel right at home, but enough to make him sigh with relief. He’d make this his home, one way or another.