After everyone had gathered to protest their dislike of him and his cream colored companion being on their island, he couldn't help but take to the skies. Something about the wind through his lavender feathers put him at ease. Each thrust of his mighty wings bringing him to greater heights. It was here he did his best thinking. And his thoughts remained on the emerald dipped mare.
Krone.
What she lacked in color was made up by the fact she was a direct line to his father, their father. She possessed a crown and thus power. Power that he wished to tap into by any means possible. Their last meeting hadn't ended so well so with his thoughts gathered he set out to find the Queen of Ischia.
Tilting his right wing he circled around into a spiral. Lowering ever so slightly with each turn. Lavender mane and tail caught the funnel of wind he was creating, tossing about his matching hide. The tropical oasis had been a fragment just moments ago and now it was growing more detailed. The breaking waves at it's shores and thick jungles dotted with flocks of colorful avian. The silver-hazel of his eyes capturing the bright emerald of her points from afar. Walking the granulated beaches surrounding the majority of the island. A grin pulling at the edges of his pale lips seeing she is unaccompanied by her followers.
Tucking his wings to his barrel he plunges from the skies. Forelimbs reaching for the earth below. It doesn't take long for ones body to plummet and before long his wings have stretched to parachute him onto the same beaches. Landing delicately on lavender hooves his wings tuck to his sides. His breath is barely labored as he waits for her to draw into ear shot.
She was as aware of his presence as he was of hers. The sunlight just dazzled across his body a tad more than most. Reflecting it's shine instead of absorbing it. Much like the jewel imbedded in her forehead. He can now see the apparent distaste for him on her features. Possibly an eye roll or some such thing. It was hard for those less stunning in appearance to appreciate him, but he'd try to coexist with her. A collected smile on his face as he approached her, "A lovely day is it not Sister? I'm afraid we never got properly introduced. I am Klaudius. Son of Kirin. Prodigy if you will." His tone is matter of fact. There was no reason to hide the truth any longer. Silver-hazel eyes meet hers before continuing, "I am also afraid we got off on the wrong hoof. I have no want nor need for your crown. My interests are more...internal." His gaze begins to wander across the dip in her spine and curvature of her hips, before coming to rest on her face again. "This island was once our fathers and I wish to ensure it remains within the family. To be a sanctuary for us and future generations. I have a vision Krone. What do you say to putting the past behind us, huh?" His words have never been more true and sincere. Lavender ears at attention and waiting for her response. Be it hostile again or understanding of his true purpose here, he waits with only a shuffle of his great wings.
@[Krone] truce? Lol