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(Please do not claim to the Lagoon)

His father's disappearance had not come as a surprise to Aegir. After all, he'd done it before. And Aegir would not wait around this time waiting for more disappointment. His mother had not been able to look at him for some time. Eydís' had her own issues with their abandonment and though she had not been unkind to Aegir, he can remember all the pain in the lines of her face. How much it hurt her just to look at him. She had been indifferent and withdrawn when Aegir had returned to her side, hoping she'd dance along the water and laugh with him again.

She didn't.

Eventually Aegir pulled away from her too, removing the constant reminder of his father from her sights, even if it was him. He'd lingered on the main land, never quite staying anywhere long enough to consider it "home" and he'd never ventured to any of the other islands.

The wind whistled overhead and Aegir flattened his ears against the thick curl of his nape. His hair was matted and clung to the salt-kissed sides of his neck. He'd grown into a handsome young stallion, despite the early start to his life. He was steely in color, painted in thick swathes of white. Peeking from behind his spots the primal dun stripes mimicked his rib cage, curling down around his barrel. The same sweeping stripes adorned his forehead, partially hidden beneath his forelock. He wore a few scars across his coat, small indents as a reminder of a bachelor living on his own.

With a huff, Aegir pulled himself from the sea and headed into the Commons. It may have been foolish, but he was tired of waiting for his life to just happen. Aegir was going to dive into his future with the same confidence with which he regarded the sea. With a toss of his head, Aegir let loose a call, his front legs pawing at the air as he did.