Oh how he’d missed the islands!
Zevulun left the Peak early in the morning the next day, giving Maziel a kind, brotherly touch before he went. He walked on light hooves with his head high, white tail a banner behind him. He wondered with excitement the familiar faces he might cross and the strangers that’d become familiar with time. It filled his head with daydreams and his lips with a grin. He only wished Ramiel and Raziel hadn’t decided to go their own way, as they often did, because he would have liked to bring them back with him. He would have liked to travel to Tinuvel with them, to walk them around the Bay and show them all the places he’d told them stories about. They’d been too young – just old enough to no longer need their dam’s milk – when they’d left the islands.
Avalon.
The happy-go-lucky air that’d drenched his body faltered as did his step, making him stumble and catch himself. He halted and frowned, the ache ever present in his heart at her loss. He’d never wanted any child of his to know the pain he did, the absence of a mother, and his sons had experienced not only that, but a loss of a sister as well. Yet for all his pain, Zevulun only worried. He did not hate and bitterness did not find him. He only hoped wherever Avalon was, wherever his darling daughter was, that they were okay. Maybe one day they would find each other again.
A sigh left his lips and he shook his head at the years old tragedy before righting his attention and focusing on his surroundings. Immediately he’d recognized that he’d come to the Meadows but very, very shortly after that he noticed something that took away all his attention.
She was draped in a chocolate that shone beneath the spring sun, surrounded by blossomed flowers of the prettiest, feminine colors. Her black points seemed even blacker, like velvet draped around her legs, her lips… Zevulun swore his heart froze in his chest, ever bit of him looking like a hunting dog pointing with rigid attention. His mouth may have even been caught open, just a little. There was no use suffering the heartache inside him when such beauty existed, tragically alone as she was.
A rumbling nicker was quick to come from his lips and he started forward, sure to arch his neck, chin to chest and show the ripple of developed muscle beneath his pale and white coat. His blue eyes were bright as they soaked her in, charming smile curving his lips once he’d stopped before her. “Well… I don’t know what I did to be so lucky as to witness such a vision before me,” he murmured, such a cheesy line made authentic only by the honesty which he spoke it, “though I dare say your beauty makes these flowers look like nothing more than weeds.”
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