First they were greeted by a taffy and cream mare with a unique set of wings at her side. Chatting for a bit before they were met by another. This mare was familiar though. Not too long ago in the meadow she had questioned his identity. Mistaking him for his father, which was easy to do. So he had played the part. Not offering his true title to anyone really. This emerald pointed mare wasn't what he had expected to see from his, their fathers loins. Sporting the flight-giving wings of his lineage but her color was less than flattering. Also noting quickly the jewel that had been on the beach upon their arrival planted on her forehead. He cocks his brow curiously but assumes she is attached to this oasis in some way. He looks to his partner as she speaks. Asking of the emerald mares name and giving her own before trailing words lead him to respond. "It's good to see you are well, My child. Looks like you've secured a home for us creatures of the sky since our last meeting. Congratulations." His crown dips in her honor. "But I believe we failed to catch your name in the meadow. My lineage is great and it has been hard to account for every apple that has fallen from it's branches." A grin paints across his pale purple lips. His shoulder brushing against Sabra's. Awaiting the name of the chosen one.
And then there was 5.
Yet another creature of the island intercepts their conversation. These added mouths were not getting anything accomplished especially with hostility. The butterscotch and vanilla stallion enters with aggressive words. Challenging the validity of his companions statement. Hazel-silver eyes narrow upon the new face as his handsome crown twists to view the stallion better. "If this is the way you welcome potential new residents your home will soon become hollow walls... Or a target to far greater leaders. You need us. More than you realize," his tone is matter of fact. Eyes sliding from the stallion that he doesn't bother asking his name. Fore what is a name anyways.
His gaze turns to his cream companion with smile before turning to the shell queen again, "So what do you say... Shall we make Ischia a great kingdom, together?" His pale purple tassels danced upon his flesh as he waited for judgement.
@[Krone] since Kylin had just come across them and it seems to be the same timeline I'm melding the two threads a bit.
