Meadow

Even out of the crashing waves, water seemed to loath releasing him from grip. Rain fell from the skies to keep the boy soaked. His look of void displeasure was becoming more permanent on his features. This island seemed to never have anything good for him. He was coming to the conclusion he would rather never come to it again. Unfortunately it was the island most likely to attract his brother, so it was the island he would continue to frequent. At least until he completely gave up hope.

Pulling his attention away from the rain he focused on the filly in front of him. The instant she goes down, Zharko lurches forward before catching himself. It appeared as though she was able to take care of herself, at least to a point. Her sheepish smile and trembling body confused him. At first he considered leaving, since she had said she was fine. But her trembling body and the cool rain had him stop and reconsider. Contrary to what would have been his instinct, the time he had spent with Cinnamon had slowly started to teach him better. Are you sure? It was, after all, not ideal circumstances to be in. Young, alone, and in the rain.

Zharko figured he should have been prepared for her question. He did not have the heart to tell her, or the inclination to reveal, that he had weathered worse storms than this, though the rain was strengthening its onslaught. His dark silver ears flicked back for a second, fighting the growing wind. I am looking for someone. he answered simply, a little abashed. Why are you out here… in the rain? He looked in the direction of a thicket he and Cinnamon had frequented during their time here. It would not give them much shelter, but it was more than what had been provided during the winter while the trees has been bare.