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"Well, home, of course," she answers, laughing, and Gwyn cannot help but think of his own home. Or, previous home. It had been a cold place, as pale as his coat. The weather had been harsh and unyielding, and while cold was a comfort to him; part of him was pleased with being turned off course from his plans. He thinks of his parents. His father had been strong, a king in his own right. He was black as night, except for his bald face and tall stockings. Gwyn's mother was petite and white-coated. He can remember her smile, and the way it wrinkled the skin by her eyes. She was soft and kind, and told him lots of stories about his father's adventures and triumphs. He had decided early on in his life he wanted to be strong like his father. A leader like his father. But he wanted to be different. He just hadn't quite figured out what that difference would be yet.

"A new chapter begins," he replies, the corners of his pink lips pulling up to mimic Ettie's smile. "Which path calls to you, what island is in your future?" He had wondered these things for himself not that long ago, and he sees himself in her. For the most part, most of the horses he had come across had lived here a long time or had been born on the islands. Like him, she was new, and he felt drawn to her side; as if fate had brought them together. Gwyn did not believe in letting fate just happen to him, it was his own to make.

"Luthien could be what you seek," he adds, briefly raising his gaze to stare in the direction of the little part of the Lost Islands that he had claimed for himself. "Gwyn, at your service," her assistant said, sweeping into a deep bow with a boisterous laugh. His father never would have acted like this, he thought. Maybe the difference was he did not have to give up his whimsy. It had been so long since he had laughed, truly laughed. Gwyn tended to be as distant as his father had, but in that moment he felt his mother at his side. "of Luthien," he finishes, flicking his gaze to her as he straightened himself from his bow.

"I could show it to you," he arches his lean neck as he takes a step back, his hooves touching the approaching sea as it lingered on the shore with each slow wave, "that is, if you are brave enough, dear Ettie." There is a playful challenge lingering on his face, a smirk on his lips and a softness in his gaze.