He was trying this new thing where he actually got out and about, remembering the ties he used to have, remembering the friends he used to have the horses he used to know. It was going to be a rough road (he was still in a daze over Ridgon being gone), as he found those that were still around and those that weren't. However, it had come to him in a dream not long ago, memories of flying hide on a black back. And he had awaken that morning with the name of his friend on his lips. "Vanquish." It had been so long, that his eyes automatically looked to the southwest where the Desert kingdom was.
It was time to leave the Tundra for a while, to get out and see those he had not seen in a long time. He was no longer so bound to it.
It was sad how happy that made him.
So he left, nuzzling Emelia goodbye and letting her know he would be back. The shaggy Tundra stallion walks to the border and once he gets lost in the no mans land between places, he takes to the air. His wings cut through the wind easily, despite the rough winter air currents that want to take him this way and that. He smiles against the brisk wind, closing his eyes as he glides.
A release of breath into the cold air and he opens his eyes, after much flying, to find himself nearing the Deserts. But there is something not quite right about what he can see on the horizon. There is something almost shiny about the air and he tilts his wings, dipping lower. There was a massive rock wall he did not remember ever being there. This causes worry to stir in his heart and he immediately looks (flying all the while) for the opening on it.
When he finally finds it, he zips towards it, snapping his wings shut as he hits the ground a few steps before it. He moves quickly, trotting through it and releases a quick neigh of greeting with a touch of worry mixed into it.
Ianto
Nothing burns like the cold.