11-20-2018, 04:42 PM
It was close to home. Not far, but far enough to feel like he'd done something for himself. It was timed well, with the tides he'd grown up with guiding his path. Father and mother wrapped themselves in the currents of home, and more prepared to let him wander as he grew and their family prepared to welcome another. He had been born without the familial affinity for their island home. Water would not welcome him as it did his mother and sister, and he hadn't his father's knack for spending long moments beneath the surf.
Maybe that's why he wandered now. Always, he had stood apart from his kin, though they never let him feel it too sharply. Blood and salt water mixed in all their blood, and so he would always call the beach home. It was where he walked without stumbling, and knew where food and freshwater lay without thinking about it. Traveling away from the cove he'd been in was an adventure in itself in that regard, but he pushed on. Hard beaten paths let him out across the island, and the tide opened the way out. A brief sand bar, and then he was off.
Stumbling through with the cold water on his heels, the golden boy forged ahead, thinking himself heading to the mainland. Freedom made him giddy and he kicked his heels into the air freely as dry grit stuck to his damp hooves. He was off island! Ears twisted frenetically as the new area made itself known. No parrot screamed, but other birds gave their own cries in the warm air. For a moment he wondered if he hadn't just gone in a circle.
The breeze ruffled palm fronds in lush stands before him, much like they did on Ischia. The air held more salt than vegetation in it, suggesting that it held less jungle than his homeland. Water would be a good thing to find. Food too. May as well make this a pleasant trip.
@[Kharon]
Maybe that's why he wandered now. Always, he had stood apart from his kin, though they never let him feel it too sharply. Blood and salt water mixed in all their blood, and so he would always call the beach home. It was where he walked without stumbling, and knew where food and freshwater lay without thinking about it. Traveling away from the cove he'd been in was an adventure in itself in that regard, but he pushed on. Hard beaten paths let him out across the island, and the tide opened the way out. A brief sand bar, and then he was off.
Stumbling through with the cold water on his heels, the golden boy forged ahead, thinking himself heading to the mainland. Freedom made him giddy and he kicked his heels into the air freely as dry grit stuck to his damp hooves. He was off island! Ears twisted frenetically as the new area made itself known. No parrot screamed, but other birds gave their own cries in the warm air. For a moment he wondered if he hadn't just gone in a circle.
The breeze ruffled palm fronds in lush stands before him, much like they did on Ischia. The air held more salt than vegetation in it, suggesting that it held less jungle than his homeland. Water would be a good thing to find. Food too. May as well make this a pleasant trip.
@[Kharon]