It isn't uncommon for the lavender stallion to be patrolling the nights sky. The darkness was the best opportunity an intruder would have at sneaking through the borders unseen.
On this particular night he found sleep evading him. His children were curled together. Lost in the land of dreams as he walks towards the isles cliffs. With one last glance towards them, he leaps from the rocky plateau. Lavender wings expanding as feathers grip the upward oceans draft. The cool air filters through his wings and tosses his mane gently. He cherishes his ability of flight and wishes he could have shared it with the twins. They were given other abilities though and they were just beginning to discover them.
His ascend into the starry skies is swift but he doesn't climb as high tonight. The purpose of his angst this night perhaps was something of reality, so he remains low to circle the isles borders. Typically the only visitors come announced and across the land bridge during the day but something unsettled him this evening.
The trajectory of his flight path bends up ahead to the left. Coming down the western shoreline and heading south. The shallows of the shores are ignited in the glow of the plankton that rested here at night. It was mesmerizing to say the least. Often luring wanderers across the bridge between their kingdom and the commonlands. He couldn't blame them for their draw here but he had duties to his children, to the Ischians and their Keeper. So as he leans to turn a dark figure is seen loaming about the shores. His immediate reaction is of his duty and he quickly finds himself landing beside the stranger, between him and his home. His wings fold quickly along his barrel as he closes the distance between them. A sharp tone accompanying his words, "Who are you stranger and what is your purpose here?" They are quick and to the point. If he detected any hint of foul play he would be quick to escort the intruder from their lands...
@[Hephaestus]