The young stallion is less than pleased. Although he had a growing mix of emotions towards the truths that Asmodeus thrust onto his shoulders, he at least had been excited to return to the Desert. While the chimera stallion seemed at ease among the dense brush and humid atmosphere of Atlantis, Cahyr (like his sisters, apparently) was not nearly as content. The cream stallion felt suffocated beneath the shadows of the trees. Returning to the desert had given him a newfound appreciation for the dry, arid temperature and wide-open spaces devoid of shadows. That is, until Nyimara promptly informed him that he was being sentenced to the Lagoon. The lagoon!.


Of all the places on all the islands, leave it to Mother to send him right back into the most humid parts of the islands. And just when his coat had begun to dry out, too!


Pale ears remain laced tightly against his skullcap as the lithe beast pulls himself from the warm waters that surround the mangrove-strewn shores of the Lagoon. Ashen labrums wrinkle in distaste at the salty scent of decaying undergrowth and rotting fruits. Pale, blue-green eyes scan the shadows surrounding him as he picks his way through the sludge and mire to solid ground.


’Couldn’t even bother with a welcoming committee or an escort.’ he grumbles, switching his thick banner irritably against his heels.

CAHYR

firebringer son of the Desert sands