Life was on the right track, but something in his bones told him he needed to reach out to family. His father has been gone from the islands for a long time so he couldn't seek him out. He could check the Ridge just to see who ruled it now. He was curious to know if any of the old herd from when he was growing up was still there. Not that they would remember him.

There was always one name in particular he was interested in. In truth, it was the only, but he would never admit that out loud. Years and years has passed since that day in the Peak. Sometimes he would cringe thinking he could have been more romantic or better at expressing himself. Instead his confession had been awkward and unrequited. Lorcan had done the best thing he could have in the moment and let her be. She was on a mission greater than his heart and he moved on to find someone who was ready to receive him.

But nothing was ever simple.

The ghost-like stallion leaves the sea to explore the island of Luthien. The Prairie was his main goal which he knew held distant family he knew little about. His mother had told a few stories about her relationship with Zevulun. How strained it was and the whole thing made sense to him. Being the child he would understand being mad at a parent for abandonment, but that doesn't mean the rest of the family needed to hold the grudge. Since he was feeling curious about the Ridge he figured a trip to the Prairie would be just as successful. Meeting more of his mother's side of the family seems like a decent idea to pass the day.

Lorcan makes his way into an open field just as she does. The stallion stops immediately with wide eyes. "Hi," He whispers unsure if she would actually hear him or not. Unsure if he even wanted her to. It has been years in yet all the same feelings were rushing back.