There was a mental net he found himself entangled in; how could he possibly choose one over another? He could not even decide on a land to live, not truly. He loved the Pampas and Ischia both, and sometimes he wondered if he hadn’t stayed with Noah out of sheer stubbornness and later, protectiveness for the sort of peace and quiet she had created.
The water provides an easy break. Instead of north, the lone white dolphin swims towards the other side of the Pampas, to the forest and riverlands. He doesn’t seem to be thinking a lot, or maybe it is too much so that he doesn’t take note of where he goes; it doesn’t matter to him in the moment as he weighs the pros and cons and doesn’t see his solution just yet.
But after such a time in the silence of the deeper water and the un-frequented river, he decides he can just enjoy the distraction of walking and meeting someone - or meeting critters, it’s not that important. The dolphin peeks out of the water, and upon spotting movement deeper into the forest, slides onto the shore. A quick second glance reveals a horse-like shape, so that’s the shape he takes as well - fully white save for the metallic golden spots and emerald green eyes; his conformation baroque, though not purebred. The stallion is in the prime of his life for an ordinary wild horse - but he will never deteriorate, since he can alter his form.
The horse already moved deeper into the forest, and he breaks into a light trot. Even if he can’t find them again, he thinks, he might still see something of the spring coming back to the lands.
He must be in luck - the mare before him has light coloration, a misty-wooden smell and most of all, does not move very fast. When he slows down because he nears her, she finally seems to notice his presence - but it’s her voice and then her face, that truly makes him come to a standstill.
”Mom?”
What is she doing here?
from the ashes a fire shall be woken
@[Breckin]