12-15-2016, 06:33 PM
Ischia is just so beautiful. Azlyn had fallen in love with the isolated land the moment she and Ashley had stepped foot upon its sandy shores. The place is dazzling to her, so different from the other lands she has lived in. With its white sands, pleasant temperatures, thick foliage, and rainbow of parrot life, it’s easy to love. And it’s isolation only adds to the appeal - while she is glad to have company once again, the thought of being inundated by a crowd of friendly, inquisitive horses is rather unpleasant. That said … she has to admit that the allure of the place is rather enhanced by the presence of a certain loudmouthed buckskin stallion. It’s hard to put her hoof on exactly what pulls her to Ashley, but she think she understands some of it. It’s the lack of pretense. There are no illusions between them, no half truths or masks. They are both too old, and have gone through far too much, to pretend to be anything other than what they are. It’s … refreshing, in a way. Nice to just cut loose with someone. She’s actually mulling over that thought when an oh-so-familar earthy scent drifts through the trees towards her location on one of the island’s many beaches. She can’t help but smile as she turns back into the trees to seek out the scent. Apparently she’s not the only one with someone on her mind … She finds him after a few moments, striding between Ischia’s tall palms, his red hide sticking out like a sore thumb amongst all the green. Warmth blooms in her chest at the sight of him - a feeling she’s not willing to analyze fully. Not yet. “Well, well, well.” Her voice is playful, her lips spread in a wide grin. “Look what the cat dragged in.” |