Falls

With his new territory now secure, Apollyon turned his attention to other, more enjoyable matters. He could focus on heading to the Hills to inform his mother about what he and his twin had accomplished, but he selfishly wanted to find others with whom he could share his windfall first. If it was going to impress his mother that they had claimed a territory, then it would doubly impress her for her to learn that they had immediately begun filling it.

Thus, the painted stallion threw himself into the surf with the wild sort of zeal reserved for the very young, who have not yet been too jaded by time and circumstance. By the time he made it ashore, some of his earlier zest had waned through the effort of physical activity and he took a few long moments to rest at the shore. Unlike Oberon, Apollyon had spent the better part of the last few months travelling in an effort to escape his mother's leash.

As far as dams went, Marceline was not particularly smothering... at least, not until Asmodeus disappeared. Now, to the boy, it felt as if she kept assuming that the rest of them would vanish into clouds of smoke as well.

Apollyon had no such plans.

He had a land. He had authority. A brother at his side. And a drive to make the Savanna a home - whatever that meant.

By the time he had jogged his way to the Falls' namesake, his enthusiasm had returned in full force. He swept his gaze over each creature he encountered, but many of them were forgotten the moment they were viewed. Too old. Too sad. Too weird. Too tall. On and on, until his gaze slipped across a silvery colored back and then jerked back to her face abruptly, distracted by the reverent look on her face.

She was watching the falls so intensely that he, too, turned toward the rushing water. Apollyon had passed these falls more times than he could count, and had never paid them so much mind. It was far larger and mightier than the smaller waterfalls to be found on Atlantis, but similar enough he had not found it particularly impressive. Now, he couldn't help but wonder what made her stare so raptly.

Apollyon nickered to the young mare and jogged over, an easy grin stealing across his pink lips. "Is this your first time?" He asked with a tilt of his head. Briefly, he glanced back toward the waterfall but found his gaze drawn back to the young mare almost immediately. "Are there no waterfalls where you're from?"