Levi had begun his day at midnight, with a shake of his thick neck and a piss, then proceeded to wander the border of his homeland like a ghost who can't find peace. A trail of wide hoof-prints stretches for miles on the beach at his back but his gaze faces steadily forward. Only occasionally does he glancing out over the wide expanse of water to his left. Absolutely nothing is going wrong in his life, Tephra is healthy and buzzing with activity, yet, there is a restlessness tumbling in his gut and a frown etched in lines on his brow.

Ahead he sees a figure, standing where the morning mist seems to be the thickets, and this figure is a particular shade of blue he has only seen once before. For the first time in hours, he halts. 

Had he missed her?
He had. He decided that months ago. Never had the mahogany stallion tried to forget her, quite the opposite, on several occasions he had entertained himself by playing out the different ways a reunion may go in his mind. But now that she is here, she is real, he doesn't think of the things he had imagined saying or doing. He simply watches her - fascinated. 

His surprise quickly gives way to curiosity with only a hint of suspicion as he looks her over from afar. Maybe she can see him, maybe those round eyes are casting about too anxiously to truly see much.  She has changed more than he has in the last... had it been a year? He is a man now, no longer the boy she had met by the river. His flame still burns hot and bright in the space below his ribs but now it burns steadily. His adolescence had been turbulent, his flame had flickered wildly, superheated and then dim, and his moods were at her mercy. The fire still burns, but it burns slower and more steadily now, fueling him when he allows it - but not consuming him. 

Finally, he moves through the early fog wondering if that vapor is natures creation or hers.  
"Rapture." His mismatched eyes glimmer with the intrigue he doesn't try to hide from her as he reaches out to touch her cheek. "I'm glad you decided to come." 

As his muzzle finds her warm skin he doesn't deny he wants her, at least not to himself - lies do not suit him. But he keeps that thought to himself, not allowing those feeling to spill into his rational mind just yet. 

Levi