Not all those who wander are lost; Halcyon

[Aodhan]

Aodhán

Ischia’s days flow neatly and flawless from winter into spring, and from spring into summer. There’s hardly time to notice the change in season, and the spotted male finds himself easily lulled by its day-to-day charm.

It is nothing particular or different that drives him to the shores of the larger island today; nothing strange and nothing that caught his attention. He lazily drifts around as a large sea turtle, flopping his amphibian paws to stay on course. Only when he has taken the time to shuffle his way through the sands, he changes his form; a fossa rolls over, the species native to the island territory; his green eyes never change, now scanning the island for others. Even if there’s no-one around, he will still enjoy a trip through the jungle - maybe towards the waterfall, he decides.

However, when the fossa nears the jungle, he picks up the scent of another predator; curiously, he waits on the sandy beach, expecting them to show themselves any minute now.

A cat, maybe? He wonders briefly - those are rare on the island.

from the ashes a fire shall be woken

@[Halcyon]