Summer could not have ended soon enough. Snow had been joking really when poking fun at his brother about staying there in the meadow. Like any siblings they squabbled, more so Yoren snapping at Snow whenever the younger stallion became absolutely intolerable; which was often.

The bitter bite of the cold water was not something Snow wanted to experience again when the leaves around them in the meadow turned various colors of orange and yellow, hints of red accompanying the changing of the season and telling the men that it was time to finally go. He was uncertain at first, wondering if perhaps they should have left while still in summer to avoid being swayed by the perfume of the mares that had all came into season as well, something he knows his brother could easily ignore because of his broken heart but Snow on the other hand had his interest peaked with each passing stranger. What a shame indeed, he thinks whilst floundering through the water after his sibling, who seemed determined to lose him in the surf.

Thankfully the isle of Atlantis was not far off from where they were originally, so Snow only felt refreshed, if not just a smidge chilled from the swim instead of tired. He is sure his own expression mirrored his brother’s as eyes roam the promising jungle ahead of them. It was nothing like their birth home or like the plains of fields of the mainlands; no, this was something more and quite magical in his eyes. He barks a giddy laugh, taking a few steps forward in the white sands that seek to pull him down to the ground with just how soft it felt under his hooves, but he stops at his brother’s question and tilts his head to the side to ponder this.

“Why not,” Snow’s grin is cheeky and full of mischief, a rare moment of happiness, as he answers his brother. His muddied eyes look back to the green foliage, ears leaning in to catch the calls of birds he’d never heard before just as his nose fights to catch onto any lingering scents that would otherwise persuade the men to pick a different route. When he finds none, spare for the unusually heavy scent of mare along the rim of the trees, he turns back to Yoren.

“How else will these islanders find us brothers if we do not find them first?,” For once he took the lead, shaking the salt that clings to his short coat and while he very much wanted a good roll in the lush sand, Snow thought better of it and figured once they found the inhabitants of this place they could then take a dip in fresher water. The thick brush welcomes him, palm fronds tickling at his sides as his leg’s carry him close to the side of the path they tread on, head up and alert for anything else that potentially caught his eye.