When Pyre had left Salem for the Crossing, she had been impressed with the change of landscape. The pretty vibrates green colors had almost been overwhelming, including the lush grasses she got to graze on before Azreal appeared. The golden stallion had swept her off to Atlantis where she had been further impressed with the jungle. The endless amount of vegetation and sun had made Pyre’s golden and white coat glisten, and her frame widened as it grew to be nearly as stocky as her sire had been. Though compared to other horses, Pyre was still considered very petite.


Fine white dished face had watched as the stranger came to challenge for her, fully expecting Azreal to win. When he had not, she had nearly refused to go with the stranger. Pyre liked it on Atlantis. It was warm enough, and sandy enough, that it reminded her of being home without it actually being home. The golden stallion also hadn’t demanded anything of her, which was just as impressive. Pyre doubted she could get lucky a third time.


Though she had gone, it had been reluctantly, but aside from a pointed look and lots of tail swishes before entering the water; Pyre hadn’t put up too big of a fight. She swam in the direction he took her, and climbed upon the rocky beach of Tinuvel….disappointed. It was pretty in its own right. The pine trees a stark green contrast between the grey rock and blue sky above them. The scent of others lingered heavy here as well, and she knew this place couldn’t be so bad if they made it their home on purpose? But Pyre doubted she would keep her sleek, shiny appearance for long in this climate.


“You didn’t even ask my name.” she tries to sound harsh, and although she carries a typically playful behavior, Pyre would have to try much harder to ever sound mean. It wasn’t in her nature to be mean. “What is this place anyways?” Pyre asked, turning her blue eyes to the multi colored stallion, knowing he at least owed her that much of an answer.