Son of a Red Eyed Ghost
It had been months since he had returned home. The crisp fall air was now harsh almost with the coming of winter. Growing their coats shaggy. The promise of Spring was fast approaching though. Only the nights were bitter now. When the morning sun found them again, vapored breaths curled about their faces, but as the suns rays warmed them the haze puffs disappeared.
He enjoyed the variety of seasons very much. Knowing it was only a matter of time before spring gave them new growth of plants and new foals. He himself was expecting to welcome a child this year. It would be his first child by blood but Deiti and Embark would always remain his children. Nothing could change that.
Just outside of his quaint cavern home, his ears find a call in the air. A greeting and he can't help but feel he is wanted for this visit. So with a lazy shake of his still body and a parting farewell to his very pregnant partner, he begins the journey across his homeland...
A scent of sulfur fills his senses. Pausing for a moment, he placing the smell of the volcanic island kingdom. A smile is brought to his lips as again steps forward. Drawing nearer with each stride until the figures of Wound and Warrick come into view. From atop a rolling knoll he calls out a greeting before approaching.
A new and younger equine catches his attention briefly as he comes to stand before them. His gentle tone carries a welcoming, "It is good to see you again! Welcome to Loess... Who is this?" His icey gaze finds the young one nestled beside Warrick...
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@[Lepis] @[wound] @[Warrick]