Meadow

It was time he stop slipping into th3 background. If he wanted to overcome his father's greatness he would have a lot of work to do. Standing up to his father, gaining more experience in battle, and starting a herd of his own. He was quite old enough to do so. Some of her younger siblings already had mates a d children. It was time he did the same.

Nico travels from Tinuvel to the main island. He does not head for the commons just yet. He knew the herd leaders with more power would be the ones going there to claim the homeless mares. No, he could head elsewhere to the meadow to see what he could find. After all, his name would not get tossed around the islands if he stayed in the Cove under his father's shadow.

The calico dunskin reaches the beach of the meadow and pulls himself out of the sea. To him, the meadow had a certain warmth his homeland did not. It was a nice change from the ongoing winter on Tinuvel. Even if he found no one interesting to talk to, he would at least enjoy that fact. The stallion begins forward and soon spots someone in the distance.

It was a mare of black and ivory. His nose sniffs at the air, but he does not recognize any scents that come off her trail. With some distance still between them, Nico calls out to her. If he could catch her attention just maybe she would give him the time of day for a chat.