[open] tired of nothing

[Gale]

Gale run away with me-- lost souls and reverie running wild and running free   He has left Eyas to her magics for the afternoon, and now Gale heads down the black sand beach at a leisurely walk. The navy blue stallion is thinking of crossing the water, of flying to the Field and attempting what has been asked of him. He has just decided against it, at least for today, when he sees movement farther up the beach. As he draws nearer, Gale realizes that this is a stranger, one marked with stars that he finds rather nice to look at. He glances at them, and at the glowing tatoos along the other stallion’s shoulder and cheek, when he is close. “Hello,” Gale says with a bright smile. “Welcome to the Island…” He nearly adds “Resort”, but refrains at the very last moment. The effort costs him a little in terms of decorum and he adds quickly. “My name is Gale. Where are you from?” The stranger doesn’t smell like any place that Gale knows. Gale knows few places, of course, so he is immediately curious about the lack of anything familiar. “I like your stars.” He adds with a smile, childlike in his eagerness to make this stranger feel welcome here. @[Aedan]