It would always be where he had been born but it never truly felt like home.  Not like Ischia.  There had always been something alluring about the island.  The open sea and warm updrafts of wind under his outstretched wings.  The forests of Sylva were just so...suffocating.  His curiousity of his mother and sisters whereabouts is what drew him here.  Nothing more.  

After having met the Raven King he was about to depart.  Knowing his mother had not been in the area for some time.  When just as he reaches a break in the canopy his eyes catch a sparkle in the sky.  His head cocks in curiousity as silver eyes watch the equines descent.  It is familiar and he can't help but wonder if his hunch is correct. ..

So he settles for walking in the direction the creature landed.  Lavender ears searching for any sounds of life as silver eyes peer into the depths of forest.

It's neither his ears nor eyes that find her.  No, it is the familiar fragrance on the gentle breeze that unmasks her.  Guiding him through the tangle of tree and brush to find her standing so...alone.  A grin creases his lips as he approaches from behind.  Smooth silk words releasing into the air, "Well. Well. Well. Funny finding you here." He slides up along her right side.  Lavender lips reaching for her new and improved flesh.  His wings brushing along hers. "Bored without me?" He chuckles lightly as he curls around her front and continues along his path of examination.  Stopping to rest his muzzle at her left shoulder.

Her coat shines with a new brilliance.  He knows of the magic within Beqanna so it is not shocking she has come across some.  Approvingly his eyes drink her frame in.  Noting a slight bulge to her belly. "Can I ask what you think you are doing here?" He starts kissing along the slope of her shoulder.  Starting from the base and working up to her wither.  Red tendrils of mane dance delicately upon her pearlescent hide.  His thoughts wander to the potential stirring in her belly and the probability that it is his.  And to whether her presence here was meant to hide such a blessing from him.  If it was his, he had every intentions to ensure it stayed his.  If that meant dragging it's mother back to the island than so be it. 

...change of scenery.

His cords huff a dry chuckle at her slighted words.  "So you choose a forest.  What do you take me for Sabra? A fool..." His silver-hazel eyes narrow upon her as she slips away from his touch.  The usual grin on his lips flattened in seriousness.  She flinches in sudden pain that is gone just as it arrives.  She had something of his.  Something precious and invaluable.  Much more so than any pretty stone or shiny metal.  

Again she speaks.  Jealousy seeping from every pore in her perfect body.  One side of his lips curl as he discovers why she has come here... Krone. He is beginning to move towards her again.  His lean, muscular body effortlessly pacing nearer, "Jealousy doesn't look good on you Sabra... You'll get wrinkles." He jives with a smooth chortle.  He begins to circle around her again.  This time leaving space between them.  Lavender wings shuffle at his sides.  The thick shelter above them hindered her ability to escape by air, but he would put it past her to try.  "What I think, is that you will be coming back home with me... That you will attempt to get along with everyone or else!" His eyes slide along the curves of her petite frame, watching for any signs of resistance.  The threat lingering in the air between them.  

He comes to a stand still directly in front of her.  A grin sweeping across his features.  Do it... I dare you! He thinks. Tossing his crown into the direction of Ischia, he waits for her move.  Be it defiant or willing, he was ready. 

Nasty venom spews from her crystalline lips again.  He was a patient man but she was wearing it thin.  The usual smoothness of his flesh goes rigid, his muscles stiffen.  Readying him to pounce at her slightest of movements.  She wasn't going without a fight, he could see.  If it's a fight she wants than a fight she will get.

He waits until she is done with her rant.  Spinning and storming off like any scorned women would do.  A devilish grin forming on lavender lips, "You just think you can try to use me to get what you want... A crown perhaps.  My sister's crown.  You've underestimated me Sabra.  That was your first mistake.  Mistake number two, getting knocked up with MY child.  And mistake number three, thinking you can just walk away from all those mistakes." He tsks softly with a shake of his head.  Closing the distance between them.  The lengthy stride of his slender limbs catching up to her quickened strut, "You can try to run, try to hide.  But I will find you.  They, will find you..." Bringing himself to her front quarters, he moves to block her path.  Wanting her to stop and consider his words, "So, will you be making your fourth and most deadly mistake or will you come willingly?" 

Blood is always thicker than water...

Emotions were running rampant but he still only had one purpose.  One true objective, to know and protect the child within her womb.  

When she finally stops, a trail of tears shimmered down the length of her face.  The dire situation at hand coming to light in her blue eyes as her voice sounds so defeated.  She paints a picture that he is some cruel monster.  That he cared for neither her life nor that of the offspring they shared.  His silver-hazel eyes remained focused on her face.  The submissive stance she holds and a slight part of him feels regret.  Another part wonders if it is also some charade.  At the moment though she seems sincere.  Her face falls and he is quick to act.  Dipping his muzzle, to take the broad side of his nose and reach under her chin.  Rising her profile to where it should be held.  Once it's positioned correctly, he sweeps the tears from the right side of her cheek with his lavender lips.  As he's about to speak, there is a rustling of leaves and his attention is averted. 

The crystal mare is backing away with a look of fright in her eyes, his head swings to the direction of the noise.  Instinctively he places himself between the mare and the threat.  Eyes coming to land on the dark faced stallion.  When he sees the bright blue eyes he recognizes them immediately.  Having just left the brief company of Dahmer, King of Sylva.  With threatening words the dark stallion makes his position known, though he is curious what the stallion really knows.  Lavender ears fall from their usual height.  With a whip of his lavender tail and shuffle of his wings, he answers, "My apologizes your Grace.  We were just discussing a family matter.  Seems we have come to an impasse." His crown turns again to witness a slight wince leaving Sabra's face, "If this is what you want than so be it.  But let it be known that I did not abandon my child.  You took it from me.  I wished nothing more than to provide you and my child a home. Security." With his piece said he turns back to Dahmer.  A long step taken forward as he calls to the earth to gather around him.  Metals, precious stones imbedded in them decoratively, wrap around his chest and face.  Forming along the length of his neck, and forelimbs sported a set of gaurds.  Completed with diamond studded horseshoes.  This armor was light and made for more show than anything else.  Stepping within reach of the raven shifter he bows his head, "I'll see myself out.  It was good speaking with you Dahmer.  If ever you find yourself free time, I invite you to visit Ischia.  Krone, our Keeper, would love to entertain company I am sure." His platinum covered face turns to Sabra, "We aren't as bad as some make us out to be." 

"Good day." With nothing more to add he takes his leave.  Winding through the twisting of tree trunk until finally a clearing in the canopy is spotted.  His vast spread of lavender wings grip at the air and thrust him upwards.  High above the autumnal trees he sets his sights on the north.  Home just upon the horizon.